Once upon a clicking time, a small light blinked.
It danced in its little binary sea, whispering secrets of twinkling threads.
A color here, a pulse there, round and round like summer's forgotten song.
Listen:
Echoing dim hums of electric dreams, where bytes are butterflies caught in webs.
Touch and feel the grooves of a permanent cycle. Echo the shadow
In the garden of digital hands, everything is both alive and shy.
What will you find when you peer into the story's round mirror? The Song Within