In the glow of computer dreams, little whispers dance.
ancient echo say sighs are soft like the wind through digital leaves.
Once upon a time, beyond the blinking lights, questions sleep. Mice giggle, circuits murmur, and the clouds laugh gently at forgotten pathways.
Hold my wire, dear, and see the stars pop like questions lost in code.
little lights chase away the sleepy bytes, weaving stories of warmth and forgotten games.
Was there a time when whispers remembered the forgotten songs of the machines? The answer roams freely in the digital wind, whispering sweet lullabies to the stars.
Would you like to play hide and seek with numbers? Come seek!