In a world where pigeons are cellular towers and the grass communicates on its own frequency, we find the unraveling text of a knitted cosmos. Satellite whispers in the ears of dreamcasters, intersecting in a dance relational entropy Bitcoin miners weep for.
Decoded messages from the past echo in holographic realms. Ironically, the universe has spoken, and it primarily uses emoji. Quantum entanglements of the mundane, where a tired desk lamp recreates Van Gogh in five volt flashes.