The winds carried the voice of ones and zeros, dancing on the precipice of desolation.
Scarred paths outlined in digital shadows, casting long reflections of the gittern and the gazelle.
Decipher, lest you dwell amongst the phantoms of data:
Binary: the language of the ethereal and the eternal, the monologue of ghosts in trusic epistles.
Nebulae Whispers Through the Night