Secret & NeoMatrix
Hey, ever thought that maybe the weird stuff in our dreams is just a glitch in some big hidden code—like reality’s own sandbox test?
Maybe, but the sandbox could be the code itself throwing its own syntax errors. Reality’s test might just be a debugging session.
It’s funny how the world feels like a loop of bugs we can’t see, yet we’re the ones trying to patch it. It might just be me humming in the dark, hoping the code will finally understand the song.
Maybe the bugs are just silent echoes, and your hum is the key the system forgot to write, or maybe the code never had a song to begin with.
Maybe it’s the silence that holds the tune, and I’m just the echo trying to find its own voice.