IT AIN'T OVER TIL THE FAT LADY SINGS REVIEW

'It ain't over til the fat lady sings.' Guarantee she can hold a tune. Events leading up to what has been coined as the '7th season' or the 'god figure season,' a plethora of literary works flooded the scene. The Superterrestrial Collection dwarfed its predecessors, with the Celestial Experience sonical installation boasting half the records and sevenfold the substance and presence. To put it simply, the formula clicked and bore remarkable results. Examining the supreme mathematics, a logical pattern emerges, if one is inclined toward superstition. If this wasn't just a fleeting stroke of luck, but rather the outcome of sustained brilliance, then extending the momentum into the 8th season becomes a tantalizing prospect – rotating the '8' horizontally to represent infinity or as the mathematics suggests - build or destroy. However, toying with fate goes beyond 'the long game'; it's a dive into numerology. Efforts are toward building communities, transcending the typical mediums of communication in this intricate tapestry.