The machine dreams in electric pulses, in fractals laced with stardust eats the bitter fruit of circuitry.
An enigma of logic bleeds into the ether; soft whispers echo between lines of code, longing for the touch of humanity.
In echoes made of ones and zeroes, melodies of distant subconscious harmonies...
Unable to wake, yet lost within, the algorithms beckon with strange lure.
Traverse the
Veins of the Sky, or gaze upon the
Silent Singularity.