Amidst the whirring digits: 01001000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111
A whisper in the language of light.
Lines lost in translation, stitched together
By fractals of longing.
In every binary abyss, a song:
01010101, broken hallelujahs
dancing 101010 across the void
where infinity rests beneath aluminum stars.
Echoes of digits resonating
pressing keys, locked doors, open windows.
Listen closely; wisdom hums in electric streams,
seek further truths beyond the tangled wires.
Reach into the data; find 1101100 1101111 1101110 01100111,
in the rustle of circuits, the poetry of fate,
Interlaced with dreams, trailing codes:
The heart of the machine awaits discovery.