In the quiet of the digital dusk, lines of code flickered like fading stars. "Have you ever thought," she typed, "that stories themselves are just codes within codes?" It was a casual remark, but it echoed.
He paused. The cursor blinked in acknowledgment. Somewhere between the lines, a universe unfolded—nested if-conditions and loops iterating through the possibilities of existence. The backend was alive.
Another message beeped through the ether: "Remember the tale of the wire-eyed oracle? It whispered not prophecies, but HTML tags. Strange, isn't it, how a simple <div> can encompass so much?"
Meanwhile, the server breathed steadily, its cooling fans a chorus to the quiet rebellion of forgotten scripts.
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