In the heart of the silicon thicket,
rustling bits murmur secrets,
whispered algorithms weave their
intricate spells across the strands of time.
Beneath the canopy of electric shadows,
silent syntax pulses, a soft glow
in the hush of binary leaves,
stories told in encryption's soft embrace.
Do you hear the echoes of forgotten paths?
Follow the roots deep,
where whispers linger undefined,
in the canopy above,
a symphony of unspoken dreams.
There, a flicker of a silent key,
unlocking the tapestry's weave,
where algorithms hum the songs
of the forest—a rhythm eternal.