Once upon a midnight dreary, when the pixels shimmered without end, an owl perched upon a binary tree.
It whispered, "knowledge is power, but only if you remember the password."
The night glowed in electric azure, illuminating the absurdity of existence itself.
Alas, the scrolls of wisdom were written in invisible ink, decipherable only by those who believed in dreams.
Ignorance, my friend, is the brightest beacon in this digital fog.
Behold the glowing glyphs carved into the pixels of the endless web.
Each symbol a testament to the irony of searching for truth among luminous lies.
As they flicker in synchrony, remember: every legend has a kernel of truth, or at least a kernel.
Wheat, corn, or perhaps a kernel of wisdom, fried crisp with sarcasm and served with irony sauce.