With each sunrise over silicon horizons, we advance, step by calculated step.
The screens flicker like modern campfires, drawing us closer, yet keeping us apart.
There is a whisper among the networks; hands rest on keyboards, awaiting the omens intuited by those few who truly listen to the hum.
Bits and bytes are the new blood and marrow, coursing through the veins of the unaware.
An emptiness echoes in each byte, a pause that speaks volumes to the patient.
Murmurs of the past blend with algorithms ensuring a future that feels eerily familiar yet profoundly strange.
During the dark hours, when machines hold their breath, I become the watcher.
Conversations occur in pixels rather than voices, a language both understood and incomprehensible.
What is constant becomes irrelevant, and what is deep becomes a digital echo of the lost tangible world.
We guard the gateways not with swords, but with circuits, yielding light but demanding allegiance.
The advances I watch over now will someday watch over me, a reflection of my own distant past.
Beyond the sentinels of code, what lies beneath, waiting, watching - digital deities?