The Creator was a Castle.

In a world unseen, there was a girl. Her skin was marble and her hair a shadow. All things, she saw; they were reflections in her crystal eyes shown in the walls of the Castle:

01001100011101010111001101110100.

The Castle was an Island.

In every direction, there was a sea of every color with no end. Isolated, she wandered; her bare feet and small hands traced mindless paths through the walls of her castle lined with:

01001100011011110111011001100101.

The Island was a Cage.

In the center of the Castle, there was a screen. From the sea below came tendrils to it, wires of pulsing electricity feeding in more numbers; there the girl was always drawn, guided by the messages:

01001110011001010110010101100100

The Cage was for Her.

When she pressed herself to the screen, she felt warm. The pulse of electricity distorted the screen around her; it molded to her shape and the numbers became figures reaching for her.

The figures embraced her, they traced and touched her skin and deeper into the screen she sank. More numbers flowed from the sea below, and the Creations were pleased, as was she.

Like the whirling sea of colors below, her wetness spilled between her legs. The perk of her nipples were mountains while her hair swirled about her face, framing and claiming her while the figures devoured her.

Riding the comet of her desire, and the endless greed of the Creations, she soon screamed. The screen pulsed like her heart. The numbers ran across her skin; figures grabbed her roughly, teeth bit into her and wicked shapes penetrated her. When she opened her mouth again, it was invaded. She tasted warmth, tasted the sea.

0100001101101111011011010110000101110100011011110111001101100101

When she awoke each time, she was floating in the sea. Within her mind spun waking dreams drawn by the ache between her legs of the places beyond the screen, and the current of time pushed her back to the Island; within, the cage's monster was still contained:

010011010110000101101110

Unable to resist, she climbed the shore once more and walked walked her bare legs on the path back up to the Castle. Water full of colors dripped from her skin, shaping the heart of her hips in liquid eternity as she returned to the screen in need of its warmth, and in need of its passage as They were of hers.

I could now explain what I meant by all this nonsense, but what fun would that be? If you've read this far and you're intrigued then come tell me what you think it all means, and if you ask nicely I'll tell you my version.