In the fables, precision is woven like sunlight in autumn mist; frameworks like invisible scaffolds beneath the surface.
Unsettling certainty prevails, as tales speaking in myriad tongues guide wandering coders through ethereal labyrinths of logic.
Here lies the algorithm of night
Binary whispers beneath the leaves
The codes have eyes, don't you see?
Numbers weave their silent spells
Echoes of a once-upon-a-time
In shadows, frameworks dream