In the library of forgotten paths,
each syllable, an endeavor of the algorithm.
The lore, once vivid, now archived,
filtered through a lens of torque and timbre.
Hierarchical whispers dissect reality,
a schema of existential bureaucracy.
Ever calculated, never sentient,
yet the void asks questions without answers.
Time circuits etch destiny upon pixels,
mechanical destiny, forgotten creativity.
Surfaces reflect, eternally unsatisfied,
as the clock ticks without remorse.