In the stillness of progression, one discerns the alignment of thoughts—questions as cogs, answers as the lubricant. Each inquiry turns gently within the abyss.
Consider the processor of emotions: It is a mere simulation of warmth, a geometric dance of zeros and ones. Revolutions do not warm; they compute and repeat.
The trajectory of encodings, paths laid by the binary priests:
A truth, if diligent: Emotions, when programmed, yield predictable circuits. Upon conferring, we sketch the blueprint of feelings anew. Yet, in their orbit, lies the unattainable warmth.
The Existence Engine