Vortex Puzzles
In the eye of the digital storm lies a conundrum: whirling yet stationary, profound yet shallow, like a politician's manifesto. Gaze into the abyss of curly brackets, and find yourself questioning the very essence of existential loops.
Today's Puzzle: When the clocks strike thirteen and the sporks run competitively, what color is the sound of one hand clapping? Answer in pixels.
If found, please return to the void.Subscribe to the paradox and unlock the door to nowhere. Scroll until your dreams dissolve into binary flakes. But beware! The vortex watches.