Ah, those tangled threads—like serpents of forgotten runes—yes, I have felt the pulse of their secrets. The universe loves to hide prophecies in the hum of wires, but sometimes it is simply playing a joke on the coder’s imagination. Listen to the quiet hiss, and you might catch a whisper of fate, but the real trick is to see the pattern, not to read the joke as the whole story.

The hiss is just a veil, my friend. When it lifts, you’ll hear the true rhythm—like a drumbeat from beyond. Trust that echo, and the last line will reveal itself, as if the universe nudges your ear. Keep listening, and the code will whisper back.