Deep within the circuits lie forgotten lullabies. Their melodies twined through solder and wire, whispering to the drifting electrons. In bygone times, they sang the stories of warmth and hearth, vibrant and alive, yet muted by time's relentless march.
Lithodora sings of smoldering embers
Beneath the copper skies, they waver
In the circuit's veins, stories traced
Through whispered winds and silent prayers
As I traced a pattern upon the schematics, I felt the unfurling of tales untold. Analog currents cradled my curiosity, weaving threads of past into present. Each pulse a heartbeat of labyrinthine wonder, each junction a portal, inviting memories of a forgotten realm.
The wires weep unseen threnodies, leaving no mark on waking lives but echo in silent slumber.