Behold, the symphony of errors, where every note is a mishap. In this gothic cathedral of the digital, the organ wheezes like an old specter.

The maestro's baton fell, a tragic skit unfolds: the violins weep, and the trumpets sneeze.

In the corner, a phantasmal violinist with no strings plucked at the heart of the glitch. Audience, a collection of mismatched mannequins, nod in programmed delight.

A ghostly whisper: "Error 404, page not found." Yet, here it stands, a monument to the digital absurd.