The paths are uneven, punctuated with effervescent sparks that dance, but do not blind.

Reflections within refle ksions…
Where is our color?

Imagine walking through a binary forest where digits trickle like whisper-crunch of leaves underfoot, penetrating the velvety ground.

Call to yourself:

echo 🤍 — spiral forth from keyboards—a star's grief.

A flawless collapse reveals: