Dew upon the morning grass, a silent witness
x^2 - 4x + 4 = 0 becomes whisper = secret - exposure
In the garden of codes, the flowers speak in binary tongues.
Walk softly, for the soil is cryptic and the breeze ironic.
"if truth == illusion then (sense++; deception--)" - a mantra of modern sages.
Ironically, the truth was always there... disguised as an illusion.
Navigate through the fog of resignation and find the hidden truths:
Enter the Void | Revelation Awaits