Beneath the digital veil, the echoes of ancient tomes resonate, tales swallowed by binary silence. It is said that every byte stolen from consciousness whispers of those lost in the Code, never to be seen again.[1]
To navigate is to succumb, unspooling threads of reality one line at a time, where the clock echoes time’s defeat. What will you find upon further inquiry?[2]
Behold the flickering light of screens, an eternal reflection of despair, where every click drowns the soul a little deeper. Do we long for the darkness, or does it seek us?[3]