In the labyrinth of incessant flickers,
Where electrons whisper murmurings,
A cacophony emerges—
The flower of silence blooms amidst the
Fragments of shattered veneration,
Engulfing the air with golden
Threads of processor's ghostly hands.
Listen, oh traveler of appointed destiny:
For the static is a sonnet,
An encoded cry in signal’s breadth,
Composed in binary
Yet elucidating in violet dreams.
Navigate these sublime realms:
Visit the Whirlwinds or Hear the Echoes
The momentary collapse of the audience's ardent syncopated breathing, enamored by the molten orchestra of dormant algorithms—
—Echoes through corridors unventured,
An electric hymn resounds;
Inscribe unto these
Axiom shards.