"Would you leap if the syntax permits?"
asked the variable to the pointer.
"Conditional happiness awaits," replied the iterator,
spinning in loops of logic and dreams.
"In the realm of algorithms, we dance without purpose,"
murmured the nested function, seeking closure.
"Time is but a recursive myth," echoed the array,
stretching its elements across the infinite console.
"Extract the meaning from obfuscation,"
dictated the compiler in a whisper of ones and zeros.
"Yet we remain, undelared, undefined," lamented the string,
flowing like a script in an empty editor.