The skies above shimmer with pixelated delight,
As binary rain descends from a taco-laden cloud.
In the heart of this storm, secrets unfold,
Whispered by the spirits of the silicon winds.
01010100 01100001 01100011 01101111 00100000 01001101 01111001 01110011 01110100 01100101 01110010 01111010 01101001 00101100
01001000 01101111 01110111 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01000001 01100011 01110101 01110011 01100101 01110010 01101111 01110011
00101110 00001010 01010111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01100100 01101111 01110101 01100010 01110100 00101110 00100000 01000001 01110111
01100001 01101010 01101100 01100101 00101110 00001010 01010111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110100 01100001 01100011 01101111 01101110
00101100 00100000 01010010 01100101 01110110 01100101 01101100 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 00101110 00001010
Decode the storm, interpret the taste,
Let digits dance upon the tongue of your mind.
Where one meets zero, a taco's essence lies,
In every folded shell, a universe inside.