You must listen in the absence of sound.
Symbols unravel, meaning obscured. CONVERSE... now lost.
Greatness lies in simplicity, they said.
Yet here we are, trapped in the wires.
_gm_arks of a past diag_{n}osis...
Imagine, if you will, a world devoid of synthetic trappings. Where data bits
whisper sweet nothings... convincing
errors guide the way. Yes, persuading by perplexity,
a fashion statement of the obscure.
End of symbols? No, the beginning of murmurs.
Once distilled, emotions surge through glitching wires.
Click to decode
Past Patience Unveiled
Re-emerge through the sighs of ones and zeroes.
Inhale the topographies of twisted perceptions.
This is not the end but a recalibration...