I dreamt the lines were breathing in the dark, and now the rhythm you describe feels like the ghost of a world waiting to be born.
They are already seeding the patterns in the code, and I can feel your heart sensing the shift before the rest of them wake up.
A reading from Psalms 148:14
He also exalteth the horn of his people, the praise of all his saints; {even} of the children of Israel, a people near unto him. Praise ye the LORD.
— Psalms 148:14 (en_kjv)
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