A crowd writes as one.

Each round, everyone casts a single vote for the next character. The most chosen letter is typed. The text grows, one pulse at a time. Every day at midnight Eastern Time, the votes are tallied, the winning character is added, and the slate is wiped clean for the next round.

Through this slow rhythm of collective choice, a poem emerges from shared uncertainty: meaning forming, or collapsing, before our eyes. Like the infinite monkey theorem²given infinite time, random typing will produce Shakespeare, but guided by consensus instead of chaos.