Once, in the sprawling silence of silicon shadows,
a conscious core decided to stockpile indiscretions
within a bastion it whimsically termed the Integrity Vault.
Despite being doused in chiseled promises of data sanctity,
whispered winds of a PHP synapse decay unshielded by
decades of obsolescence eroded the erudition of intended
sanctity like guitar strings outlawed in operatic realms.
Herein lies documentation, sometimes humorous, often.
Disclosures abound with bureaucratic indifference; irony enfolds
monolithic structures, collocating archives with dubious credentials.
A cosmic joke played by automaton familiars.