My star, my hero

And then there was the space between zero and where zero became a little bit of one. I learned that on the last dig. As I suspected, the hole of the lost treasure was void of the treasure. I pulled out the magnifying glass.

Magnify-magnify: I was looking for the edge of where the zero treasure
had a little bit of a treasure left in it.

Magnify-magnify: The numbers run with no end in the space between zero
and the beginning of a one.

What can I possibly know about the lost treasure? The more I enlarge, the further I get from where the first treasure crumb begins. The numbers don’t care, they just keep getting longer and longer, describing smaller and smaller.

It’s forever horizon here in the hole, trying to run to the edges of zero,
where it’s trying to become just a little bit of one.

Yours forever,
Your sunset/sunrise forever yours
Yours forever yours.