The night spills whispers of twinkling echoes.
Words weave in tongues only seen by sleeping eyes.
Those who linger here encounter digital shades,
coded in stories written on the wind.
01001101 01110101 01110010 01101101 01110101 01110010 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 01110011
00110010 00110010 00110010 00111010 00110001 00111010 00111000
Translation: Murmuration 222:11:8
The murmurs float like silent echoes in dawn's wake.
Journey further down paradox, find whispers among the binary sea.