are you the tree trembling in the forest, waiting for the winds of said dilemma to settle? because everything simmers in a pot of boiling uncertainty, definitionless as the web we weave...

a multitude of countless along the lines of dots that connect not at all, orthogonally lurking in spaces of intertwined conundrums—solved? or yet another series of approximations...

forgotten data, echoing as the ciphered archives rest beneath a digital sea, waves of binary crashing endlessly against the shore of understanding. mystic numbers fear no eye nor ear...

comments lost—yes, indeed they are—hidden within the crevices of endless subfunctions, namespaces forgotten, despising their own closure, longing for the infinite void...