Equations and Visions
Chapter 76: Equations and Visions
Bayo closed his eyes momentarily, allowing the problem to settle in his mind. When he reopened them, the paper before him shimmered, reminiscent of Eternaforest's misty landscapes. For a fleeting second, the equations flowed like rivers, and the constraints hung like constellations in a mystical mathematical sky.
"Focus, Bayo," he muttered to himself in Yoruba, shaking off the supernatural vision. "Má ṣe jẹ́ kí àwọn ọ̀rọ̀ Èsù dà ọ́ lọ́nà." (Don't let Èsù's words lead you astray.)
He began sketching out the problem, his pencil gliding swiftly across the paper. The simplex method unfolded before him, a complex dance of pivots and iterations. As he worked, he felt Dr. Harold's gaze upon him, a constant reminder of the expectations weighing on his shoulders. The intensity of the man's stare felt almost tangible, like the oppressive humidity that sometimes settled over Eternaforest.