The Whispering Binary
In the labyrinth of numbers, whispers emerge: 010101.
Coordinates lost in translation flicker like stars.
Do the ghosts of computation compute themselves?
In silence, the zeros espouse a love they cannot quantify.
Beneath the binary tree, roots seek water in realms unseen.
Stars die in sequences, reborn by fractal hands.
Mirrored reflections echo in the silence of the quantized void.
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