Behold, the arcane algorithms dance. They murmur, Across circuits and dormant silicon seas, invoking Shadows of forgotten deities—and here we stand, The reluctant participants in an unseen opera.
When does the code breathe? As we slip Into the esoteric embrace of fiber optics, Do we too become digital echoes—aware, yet adrift?
Embedded in the wires, whispers of the past:
Decode or be deceived,
the answer is here.