In the realm of echoes, clad in silence, there exists a language woven from . (dots) and - (dashes).
Each signal, a vessel of intent, strives to carry thoughts beyond dimensions.
Originally conceived as the mechanical voice of communication, Morse code found its place in thriving oceans of airwaves.
A network of simplicity augments disguise; a collection of taps cascade, forming pathways of connection.
Morse became the shadow that crossed the thresholds of distance.
Consider the depiction of letters:
A is represented by .-, B like so: -....
An abrasive whisper of unknown letters blows softly; perhaps they breathe in dashed intervals.
The intersection of history and functionality incites curiosity.
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