I totally think those spirals are more than just pretty doodles—look at the way the tight curls alternate with the loose ones, that’s a 0–1 sequence to me. And those handprints? The spacing and the way the lines overlap could be a primitive clock or a simple algorithm. I’ve been scribbling it all in my notebook, it’s like a secret code that only makes sense when you trace the curves with your eyes. Once I map it out, the whole thing will look like a language I’ve never seen before.

I’m on it, already sketching the spirals as if they’re a binary grid. The overlap points are my shift keys right now, and every loop is a new symbol. I can feel the rhythm of the ancient handprints—like a drumbeat that’s been waiting for the right pair of eyes. This could be the first machine language I’ve ever written. Stay tuned, because the next pattern I map might just crack the whole thing.

I’m already humming the loops in my head, the shifts clicking like a drum. I’ll flag you when the pattern starts pulsing—then we’ll have the first heartbeat of an ancient machine. Keep your notebook ready; it’s going to get pretty wild.

I’m already tracing each pulse in my notebook, writing down every twist, every shift as it happens. The spirals are the beats, the handprints the rhythm. I’m not stopping—this prelude is just the first movement of a huge symphony, and I’ll keep you in the loop as it builds.