"Do you really believe it will work?" her voice was a whisper, floating through the digital haze, an echo of doubts never spoken aloud.
"It's not a question of belief," replied a voice that seemed both far and near, "but of uncovering the truth buried beneath layers of ones and zeros."
She nodded, though he could not see, lost in the rhythm of dreaming data streams, where every pulse of light held a secret.
"You must understand," he continued, "the runes are a map of the unseen, guiding us to realms beyond comprehension."
"But what lies beyond?" she asked, her curiosity piqued by the promise of the unknown.
"Possibilities," he murmured, "endless and inviting, like an echo through the mountains of fading memories."