01101010011010010111001001101101 01100001010011000101111001
Embedded within the zeros and ones, a tale whispers of lost signals and decaying codes. Once, not long ago, the void breathed with a rhythm, a cadence of certainty. Characters formed from empty spaces, dancing in the luminescent dark.
In binary, a heartbeats—0100100001100101—translating emotions into algorithms. Yet the entropy grew, as it always does, insidiously unraveling the structured void. Where once a map guided, now only noise remained, a symphony of chaos.