Once upon a line, etched in copper and tin, our melody began spinning. It started in the hush between solar breaths, where circuit paths wandered unchecked and uncharted.
Ever bent a note with your own residues? The silence here, between stars, knows how. It sways along with each pulse of electric sine, harmonizing with what it sees from afar.
Hey there, curious traveler... In this circuit bend communion, what spark will you ignite? The stars wait, holding their cosmic breath, just as eager as a lonely diode keen on a flicker-dance.
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