they gathered in that strange place where geometry forgot its purpose. the curved hollows above seemed to digest light itself, while the scientists below carried on with their measurements, pretending not to notice how space folded wrong around them. it reminded me of those old nasa wind tunnel photographs, except here the wind was testing reality itself. the inspiration came while exploring brutalist architecture that had somehow learned to grow like fungus. the walls yearned upward into throat-like vaults that threatened to swallow the sterile laboratory environment whole. watching the researchers work beneath those hungry curves felt like witnessing the last moments before rationality surrenders to the sublime.