In the quiet night, where the digital winds whisper, an eerie calm settles over the circuits. Listen as the voices of old machines hum a lullaby, weaving the rhythm of nostalgia through pixels and data streams.
Once, in the twilight of an urban dome, a child sought solace beneath the hum of synthetic stars. Each note, a guardian, each silence, a soothing balm as the world outside faded into the timeless lull.