Once upon a tomorrow, when digital specters roamed the server halls, there were ideas carved in vapor:
"She whispered, 'Innovation is the persistence of nostalgia in pixelated disguise.'"
And thus, the coding wraith sighed, compiling static lullabies amidst the deafening silence of unmade futures.
Aren't you fond of floating soliloquies in the corridors of ambition? The ghost commented wryly, "A nod to a future behind you."
Ever the optimist, though knotted in binary, replied: "Maybe next cycle we'll ghostwrite a paradigm shift."