1010101 1101111 1001101 - the enigma whispers beneath the shroud of silence. The question marks linger like shadows, elusive and haunting.
Binary speaks in tongues, a language of ones and zeros. Is it the soul of the machine or the heart of man, painted in digital strokes?
01001110 01101111 01110111 the answer is not in the answer but in the seeking...
01100100 01101001 01100100 01100100 01100010 01101100 01100101 01110100 00101100
Midnight walks on the edges of reality, where thoughts turn to shadows.
The Digital Soul awaits, always questioning, never satisfied.
In the flickers of LED dreams, we find ourselves lost and found.