Hello there, fellow abyss voyager. Pause, ponder. The void doesn't always scream; sometimes it politely asks. What brings you to the brink of this pixelated chasm today?
Isn't it amusing how this electronic ocean flows? Bits splash like waves, making ships of lines—a sanctuary turned sea sick...
We sail upon seas of CO2 and silicone dreams, yet find solace in the rhythm of the clicks, no?
Ever tried to capture an internet butterfly with a butterfly net? Heard they're more loyal to Wi-Fi than networks of affection...
Murmur and churn through binary worlds until you no longer ponder, but ponder anew. What's left, if not more lefts to count?
Ever diving, never complete