The iron murmurs loom near,
an orchestra of silicon souls,
in the cathedral of binary whispers,
beneath the pallid glow of phosphor dreams.
Requiem in Code unveils itself
in anguished wails of algorithms,
each line a dirge
for forgotten scripts and hidden truths.
Spectral winds blow through wires,
a spectral interlude
where ghosts of circuits sing
in keys of darkened light.
Here, the echoes dance,
unfurling ancient hymns
for the carnival of lost pixels,
a celebration of what never was.