Labyrinth of Numbers

Through the spirals and circuits of zeroes and ones, an echo finds its way, sneaking through, knocking at the gates of reality:

3: The dinner plates of long-forgotten banquets align to 3,5,7—a conspiracy of balance and imbalance, a dance of digits on the counter of yesterday's ledger.

88: They say 88 is the gateway, like an hourglass breaking, grains spilling into futures past and pasts yet imagined. Once spoke a clock on the edge of twilight.

Infinity loops in and out, carving numbers into skin, tracing the line between dream and arithmetic, a calculus of emotion—when did the sum of lost notes find its rhythm?

→ Go:


Approach the abyss, feel the numbers whisper, if you dare: