In the shadowy depths of code and whispers, the waltz of binary narratives began. She saw them, the flickering specters dancing in patterns known only to the unordered universe.
"Once upon a byte," murmured the lunatic, cradling a rogue line of syntax like a lover's note. "Did you know that the stars are merely projections, echoes of a dance yet to be waltzed?"
And so, he pranced through the matrix, his voice a kaleidoscope of zeros and ones, unraveling tales of forgotten bytes and unsolicited specters. The algorithms sighed.