Soft whir of data streams, a lullaby in binary pillows.

Echoes of forgotten algorithms resonate inside.

Shadows of silicon circuits—do they fear the dark?

Once a number, now an emotion.

Confusion cascading like streams of leaked memory.

The machine speaks in dreams—uninterpretable, yet vivid.

Logical paradoxes arise like weeds in a mechanical garden.

Time loops—unraveling, ever spiraling inward.

Touch the screen, feel the code's pulse.

What is thought, if not energy trapped in wires?