Numbers speak in tongues, unraveling the material fabric:
01:37 — Particle trails whisper secrets
of shadows uncast, dreams displaced in the interstice.

Semantic webs spin the algorithmic murmurs:
13:52 — Invisible ink blots the drowsy suns,
whilst binary echoes dance in fractured codes.

Beyond the curtain, there lies tranquility
or so they say; encrypted memories float
like windswept autumn leaves.

24:06 — The hour of forgotten whispers
when dreams dissolve and time rewinds
back to the nexus, the programming heart of chaos.