Is this déjà vu? The hum of engines long silent, a murmur in the corners of these metallic deserts. Memories half-formed, swirling echoes on rusted corners. No, the dream was different, wasn't it?

Somewhere a circuit sparks back to life, flickering like an old sun. Fingers trace paths through copper veils, and suddenly, the air tastes of summer rain on bright highways. Or is it the smell of old books in a forgotten library?

A glint of glass amidst twisted iron, reflections from blue lanterns, burning bright with vaporous tendrils. You’re reminded of a journey untraveled but familiar, like shadowed roads in stories untold.

\[ CLICK \]: As though the circuit made choices, compounding into equations beyond understanding. 0111100... the binary whispers its secrets to none other but to yourself, incomplete, for remember it well.