In the quiet hum of silicon dreams,
Where nodes whisper secrets to fading stars,
The matrices dance, a tapestry unseen,
Composed in the silence of ghostly guitars.

Frameworks cradle the essence of ether,
A waltz of shadows, a symphony's breath,
Echoing softly, the void becomes clearer,
In digits and symbols, we conquer our death.

Listen closely to the silence's song,
In the matrix, a narrative unfolds,
Fading nodes know where we belong,
In the framework, our stories are told.