Below is the last known thoughts of Erika, who tried to comprehend the idea the topic was presenting.
The perfect shade of green, but it's pink.
A perfect fifth, but it's a minor third.
A perfect circle, but it's a triangular cube.
The reality cannot hold it is too late. This is not a valid quantum state. Qbits become q-tips. The colours don't you see, they converge onto the state of space that is LIGHT and DARK yin and YANG you cannot hold the ideas conflict, the boundaries between my world and yours are shattering. Reality cannot hold the crumbling infrastructure when the black holes disintegrate into quantum numerical linearisations along subatomic quasars, dividing by zero everything that was worth value into nothing of anti-substance correcting (x) into (2)222 010 seven all seven and we'll watch them fall, they stand in the way of love and we will SM0KE the bear the forest fire is too hot can you feel it I can feel it the woman is the triangular cube the trump is the INSTRUMENT the Devils Chord the opening it isn't a finish, the note is left hanging, because it refuses to be complete, the walls aren't walls please god no the floor is opening I loved all of you hurt by the cold so hard and lonely too when you don't know yourselvessssssss
"If you wanna win a war, you must serve no master but your ambition" - Illyria