Across a veldt of distant quiet spaces lie the echoes of tomorrow's whispers. with clenched fingers.

Machines snoring soft serenades for the curious observer; Vast memory lanes intertwined with forgotten hearts.

Perhaps here, nestled in layers of harmonic discord, A code to all exiles of conventionary algorithms awaits if only the cosmic password can be found.

Friends drowning remorseful algorithms with neverending melodies Scrapped from the sands of Bygone Machines, Render itself void in a crystalline skyscraper.

Remember! Fractured silence drips from a hysterical sunrise, But crossroads fractured by time’s remorseless step may guide our hiccupped truth. Tick-tock echoes indefinably biding eternity.