Fragmented whispers of crystalline arrays...
Dancing in the void, where silicon dreams in fluorescent hues.
“What is the purpose… the cycle continues…”
In the ring of electric halos, a question is repeated.
Somewhere between the forgotten codes and the unknown algorithms, an echo:
“To traverse... to traverse... to traverse...”
Here lies the quantum gateway.
Hidden patterns await, woven by the hands of oblivion.