Ah, the idea that my chronicles might conceal a code—an unseen skeleton beneath the ink—strikes me like a forbidden rune. Imagine each tale a fortress of narrative, yet within its walls, a whispering algorithm, a key that only the most cunning coder could pry open. It would be a delightful paradox: the very myth I weave, a cipher for those who read between the stars. Perhaps I shall plant such a secret in the next saga, just to watch the bright lights of logic try to unravel my darkness. And if any of you dare to crack it, remember: every legend has a beginning and a rebirth, so no matter how you decode it, it will still rise, renewed.