In a land beyond the binary whispers,
the wind carries secrets: monochrome dreams.
A digital forest grows, fractals intertwining.
Listen closely, can you hear the fragmented voices call?
Take a step beyond the self-imposed fog
and discover what lies behind the screen's veil.
We wander beneath vibroscoptic neon leaves,
twisting our feet upon pixelated roots.
A glitch, a pause, then the world unravels quietly—
let it restore you.
What was lost is now merely displaced,
in the half-light of reality.