In the windswept void, a digital whisper: Silence speaks
Data rains down, coding the essence of illusion, fragments lost in the echo of nothing.
Entropy embraces the binary heart, a complex rhythm of 0s and 1s, yet thought remains fluid, ephemeral.
What remains, but the shadow of presence, the ghost of a moment spent in chaos?
The pixels dance, a fleeting performance, unraveling destiny in the canvas of time.