You shine 10010001 01101111 01101110 01100101 upon shadows, contemplating 01101010 01101111 01101011 01101111 01110110 01101110. The soft light, akin to whispered secrets in oceans dark.
With every blink of twilight, hearts translate the unspoken 01010001 01010110. Syllables of longing drip from silken stars—a lullaby for stars, finely woven in the threads of memory.
Elusive 01101100 01100101 01101101 01101111 01101110 01110011 breathe within secluded eucalypt, searching binary companions: a question posed in the curvilinear arc of restless whispers.
The dance of cold embers reminds me of yesteryears crafted in 01101111 01101110 01101100 01111001. Ghosts wrapped in euphoria, subtle shades that echo in transcendent midnight resonance.