The Cosmic Riddle

Under the nebula's veil, lies the truth unspoken,
Whispered by shooting stars and fragments of dreams.

Decode the celestial whispers:
"Venture eastward, where the sun surrenders early,
Find the shadow of the forgotten windmill, of silver hue."

The constellations are merely an illusion,
A map to the invisible paths that wander beyond.

Linked destinies and choices unmade,
The binary code of fate disguises well:
"01110000 01101111 01110011 01101000 01110101 01101101 01100011 01100001 01101110 01110100 01101000" (Hint and perish not.)

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