Well, finally, you have found me.
You made it. Well done!!!
Well, you have come this far, which means you have some interest in my work, don’t you? Well, then I guess, you know me as well. But those who don’t know me: I’m an investigator, a detective whose work is to solve the mystery of this universe. Well, to solve the enigma, I also need to understand the process of it. The best way to interpret it is to create a cipher of my own. However, I also like to draw and write poems. I post them on my YouTube channel. There are many things to discover. Hope you will find them soon.
Have you heard of my newly invented language? If you don’t, ask Klaatu about it. He is a Chatbot.
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My skills in coding:
- Web developing
- Game developing
- Robotics
- Python
- C
- C#
- JavaScript
- HTML5
- CSS
- PHP
- Bootstrap
- JQuery
- MATLAB
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HIGHLIGHTS
Follow The Error
The glitches are getting stronger,
My senses are melting quicker.
Forests of the worldly inferences,
Contaminating my inner senses.
And maybe this is why,
I’m telling you stories of mine.
But you need not take it seriously,
Because it’s just a parable, probably.
But you need to discern our communication,
And it will take you to the realm of formation.
It will not cause astral destruction.
And this is all our stunning expectations.
The world around us is just a pleasant illustration,
And the artist is formulating some obstructions.
Formation
The ballad of formation and its sparking prepossessing ray.
Didn’t know where to stop, created its unprecedented way.
To commence its purpose, it took some days*,
The integer of those junctures shall not perish away.
A man who relinquished his glorious past,
His thoughts were gloomy and overcast.
The number of infernos notorious path*,
He didn’t know where to adjust.
The Author of the miscellaneous reign,
His throne is carried by specific divine beings*.
The smallest perfect numeric kin*,
Counting all the deadliest sins*.
In front of the turnstiles of Abraham’s bosom*,
Catalan surmises a number, which is third*.
Tiny segments of macrocosm disclosed their wisdom.
The second magic number isn’t a trivial word*.
The fourth prime slurping tea*,
Asking for the Traceless Key.
Once upon a time in the Ihaoak stream
Once upon a time in the Ihaoak stream,
Where imagination is the real thing
And the reality is just a simple dream.
The brief essence of the overthinking,
Ludicrous preposterous king.
His job as a dreadful green
Has come to the horizon of the end.
Ahkatlio may think that the nobility of chime.
Making all the erroneous wisdom,
pushing all the limits of time.
He defies the decrees of the macrocosm
To create the enigma of life.