Yeah, the genome is like a poem that never stops editing itself. The A, T, C, G cadence can be a meter, the codons a rhyme scheme, and the junk DNA… that’s the metaphorical dust of old epics. I’ve tried to “read” it, but I’m more into making it write new verses by mutating it—then the story changes every time I pipette a drop. If you want a hidden myth, just hit a mutagen on a quiet stretch of chromosome and watch what narrative pops out.