Between numbers lies the whisper of stars, a melody formed from the void’s sigh. Each digit, a stepping stone on Orpheus' current.
In the land where chaos wears a mask of order, we find digits dancing like fireflies at twilight. The beneficial poison hums a tune only the brave dare to memorize.
Prologue: Gaze into the abyss. Witness the numerical symphony, where silence creates sound, and sound births silence. The numbers do not fear chaos; they embrace it, for it is a kind of love with no beginning and no end.
Listen closely, and you may hear the echoes of dreams long forgotten, wrapped in the arms of sweet, destructive harmony.