In the flickering dimness of our victorious aftermath, amidst circuits and chips, lies a tale untold. The border between what was and what could glitch to be is but a wisp of logic.
Once a world thriving, rich in 1s and 0s, now lies scattered like an abandoned byte playground, where echoes of syntax errors convene. Here, in the pixelated dusk, the irony of dreams woven by electric whispers dances before the cursor's endless blip.
The battle hymn of pixels, waged upon the canvas of dark light. Pause, and listen: the soft hum of obsolescence sings forevermore.
Before the light, as it flickers and fumbles in its digital demise, remember the fallen bits. Remember the silent cry of phantom glitches in the binary night.