I dreamt in fragments of syntax, juxtapositions staring back from the void.
Click, clack; the keys dance, a chorus unresolved – swirling echoes of time.
Parallel lines, we drift in rectangular slides, dos and don'ts suspended in liminality.
A low hum is telling secrets, speaking in words unspoken, riddles paved in quiet chaos.
Glass eyes of computation love us dearly; yet, where is the heart within these binary beats?
In the labyrinth of algorithm, find the whispers hidden in between zeros and ones.
They pull us deeper, warp speed; layers unfold, each shift revealing another reflection.