When everything is stored in bits, what then becomes the line, the beach, the edge?
Perched upon the silicon sand, the digital ocean whispers its empty complement. Binary tides roll silently across the pixel shores, leaving echoes of 1s and 0s in their wake. Lo, the irony of the vast repository where information flows endlessly, yet nothing ever changes.
Here, we are but voyagers adrift in a sea of (ir)relevance, seeking pieces of meaning in pixels that shimmer like stars forgotten by digital time. The void swells and contracts with our every click, yet somehow, it remains... untouched.