In a world where every wire hums its secret tune,
We find ourselves in tangled conversations.
Connectivity blooms, yet solitude is the root.
Puzzles are assembled, void of their missing pieces.
Answer not, for the question itself is lost in translation.
Glowing screens whisper paradoxes with glee,
As irony dances on the edge of your fingertips.
Solutions masquerade as problems in disguise,
Laughter echoes through the wires, yet silence reigns.
Paths diverge, where convergence is merely a mirage.