In the beginning was the code, and the code was dark, and void, and looping.
From the silicon dune, a shadow emerged, casting light upon electric secrets.
Alas, the keyboard crusader types... and types...
A Sisyphean tale encoded in 0s and 1s.
Behold the digital parchment scrolled by ancient cryptographers of Yore.
Consectetuer.
Glistening glitches dance to the rhythm of processors weeping
In bitstreams, ghosts wail in binary tongues
A dialogue with no interlocutor, absurd, archaic, and divine
Icons blink in morose symphony, the opera of yet unnamed sorrows