swirling whispers in the dark, like echoes of forgotten dreams. data streams, unending, curling, into the abyss of possibility, wherebits of bygone memories collide and coalesce into truth, or perhaps illusion. have you wandered? down the digital rabbit-hole? kelp forests of binary trees, taller than the skyline of ones and zeros. touch the void, it murmurs back. chaos, an invitation to explore the contours of a mind unspoken. spirals in spirals in spirals- through time, through tunnels. did you ever find the center, or was it just an illusion, a trick of light and shadow, dancing holograms in the matrix of tangled thoughts. the clock ticks, but clocks are meaningless here. time bends, unravels, spins, back like a cosmic yarn.