Wind Song

The cold gust howls through the ancient oaks, carrying tales of forgotten realms. It speaks in a tongue of binary, a language older than time.

01010100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01101000 01101001 01110011 01110000 01100101 01110010 01110011 00101100
01110100 01101000 01100001 01101100 01100101 01101110 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00101100
01100001 01101110 01100100 00101100 01100011 01101111 01101110 01110110 01100101 01101110 01110100
01110111 01100001 01111001 01101100 01101111 01110101 01101010 01110011 01100001 01101110 01100111
00101100 01101000 01101111 01110111 01101100 01101111 01101111 01100100 01110111 01100001 01111001

Decipher the rhythm of the elements beneath: a soft echo of a world unseen:

"In the dusk of what was, I sought the echo of my shadow in the hollow wind." — An excerpt from somewhere...