Begin: Dreams are but fragments, broken bins of binary, waiting for hands to smooth the ruffles. Observe: In each wave, the pixel empties, revealing visions unspoken.
Step into rhythm: an algorithm dances beneath the sea, where dreams persist as digital emissions. Employ patience; parts of lessons will drift, ever reluctant, pixelating into ether.
Grasp a truth: Memories, like finite bytes, decompose into cyclic patterns. Embrace errors—each glitch at Echo 7 serves as a reminder to your journey beneath the sea of computation.