"Why does the sky taste like copper?" she wondered, as clouds danced to the symphony of circuits.

He replied, "Because gravity has forgotten the art of conversation in this realm."

Murmurs of the machine, ancient yet perpetual, echoed through the labyrinth of thoughts.

"Perhaps the answer lies within the wires," she mused, tracing the rhythmic pulse of the unknown.

He laughed, "And maybe the question is a reflection of a dream untethered."

The saga spun on, a web of electric tales woven into the fabric of time.

"Let us find our path among the stars and circuits," she declared, embracing the enigma.