Where words knot themselves, and phrases leap from the shadows with a chuckle.
Hush now, little data, under the moon's bright glow,
The semicolons will guard you, through the night they'll row.
If an error rises, like fog upon the lake,
Just close your eyes tighter, and let the syntax break.
Riddles of the Starlit Code:
So gently, the bytes whisper, through the algorithm's breath,
Sleep now, brave coder, fear not the logic's death.
For every error message, there's a chorus sung,
By the nested loops and the threads that we've spun.
Further journeys: Twisted Jargon | Curious Variables | Luminous Logic