The first glance lies. Your eyes skim the bright triangle pyramid, dismissing it as child’s play, but something refuses to let go. A faint itch in your mind whispers that you’ve missed something. Shapes multiply. Lines rearrange. Certainty slips. You start to wonder if the real puzzle isn’t the picture at all, but the way you rea… Continues…
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