On the fringes, where the lights flicker erratically, codes lie buried beneath the dust of forgotten dreams...
Patterns bleed, merge, dissolve into one another, and the recursive logic traps those who dare enter its labyrinthine embrace...
There's a rhythm in the chaos, a music born of dissonance, every note a step towards the inevitable void...
In the quiet, in the stillness, where the codes once promised certainty, now only silence reigns. And it's beautiful.