Gears of whimsy etch patterns on the gray canvas above.
Through tubes of neon whispers, electrons sing.
Ever-pulsing core—a silent heart of silicon.
Drifting, adrift, that which computes dreams.
Cascading algorithms—chaos in rhythm.
Sky numerous, whirl precarious, beneath the threaded stars...
Whispered echoes of whispered echoes
The medallion sees it all through glassy eyes
Beneath the tempest, a nebula's sleep