In the beginning was the tunnel—
an infinite array of choices, cloaked in shadows and whispers.
"Do you see the light?" they asked, but the echo distorted truth.
The promise, like the turn of a corridor, is a fleeting glimpse. It leads, it misleads, it promises to...
Data streams, chaotic bytes and lost fragments of intention:
Outside the tunnel, the world remains an abstraction, a canvas of potential and desirous absence. Why do we venture?