In the beginning, there was only 01000010 01111001 01101110 01100001 01110010 01111001— a whispering echo in the void. The symphonies of digits dancing like ephemeral spectres in a midnight sky.
Thoughts cascaded like streams of stars, interwoven, infinite. 01101101 01111001 01110011 01110100 01100101 01110010 01111001, said the prophet, as the machine hummed beneath the layers of time and space.
And then, the theories emerged, shrouded in the enigma of digital shadows. Decode the silence or embrace the void.
But what is reality, if not a stream of consciousness mirrored through the 01101010 01101111 01110101 01110010 01101110 01100001 01101110 01100100? The answers blink at you from the screen, waiting for comprehension.