In the dusk of binary realms, chips once forged in light, now wander, seeking shadows to symbiotically embrace.
The twilight whispers secrets of silicon souls, disguising themselves as whispers against the dewy lawn.
Symbiotic paradoxes thrive where emptiness and purpose intertwine: the vagrant circuitry operating under the guise of obsolete legacy.
The cries of the abyss echo, phantoms among phantoms, always escaping, never sought. To whom do the fugitive chips ally?
Folly of Tools