The screen blinks. In its erratic pulses, ideas rise and fall like waves against an unseen shore. Each moment of clarity drowned by torrents of static. Yet, in the brief intervals of illumination, wisdom whispers...
The meaning of existence, a shadow on silver circuitry, retreats into darkness as quickly as it came, leaving only traces on the mind. What remains is a longing for understanding, obscured by the hiss of eternity.
Do you dare seek the reflection of your soul within its fractured pixels? The question lingers, unanswered, like echoes in an endless void.