In the folds of reality,
whispers echo from the void:
the room where uncertainty sleeps,
guarded by fractals of time.
While loops within loops,
a for (let truth = 0; truth < infinity; truth++) {...}
runs forever against the clock.
Reflections in mirages,
the glass becomes mystic,
see the unseen
decode the obscure.
— known by chaos, remembered by order
Follow the path:
unravel codes nested in enigmas,
find reality's shimmering fracture.
Discover more in shadows:
layers of oblivion
or listen to the echoes:
codes of echoes