In the beginning, there was a whisper—
An echo of an echo, reverberating through
Layers of complexity, uniqueness, yet
Unfathomably familiar.
As the iterations continue, each whisper
Becomes a fractal, a self-similar image
Of the previous one, a meticulous dance
Of algorithmic precision. Yet within
This structure lies the murmurs of souls
Lost to recursion, found in the
echo.html paths.
Each iteration, more profound, more
Disturbing, layers peeling away to
Reveal the essence of existence
Itself, captured in a digital
labyrinth/core.html, yet
never truly seen.
As one stands at the edge of these
Fractals, the only constant is the murmur,
A soundless scream within the circuits,
An unanswered call, forever looping
In whisper.html.