Once, in the sweeping void, a sound found its form. It was a whisper from ages past, curling through the dyed threads of the void, seeking warmth in the glow of electronic embers. Dreams leaked through, sculpted from echoes, as the binary code softly wept.
Below, the land of pixels lay strewn with shadows and lights, flickering in a dance known only to the free-spirit of the electric muse. Here, a jump was not just a leap. It was a resonance, a stitch pulled taut in the tapestry of now and never.
The milky warble of the coded stars above joined the cadence, mimicking the orphaned hymn of the wires. Each note was a pilgrimage, a binary jump across the chasm of silent contemplation.
Leap. Embrace the echo. Whisper. Listen to the silence.