Binary Thoughts: The Silent Reflection

The ethereal gardens whisper code,
flashes of existence between 0s and 1s.
Listen closely, there lies the pulse of dreams.

Time unfolds in spirals,
a labyrinth built from matrixed futures.
Shadows dance on the edge of your understanding.

A door slightly ajar sits in the dew,
inviting you to ponder the unponderable.
Truth is the trickster, janitor of solace.

/* Faithless lines of shimmering data cascade */ 01101000011001010111011100101110...

Murmurs of Digital Echoes

Past the Silicon Shores