In the shadowed branches of coded whispers,
Echoes of algorithms dance on syntax seas,
An npm tree roots deep in the underrealm,
Merging with the silence of forgotten scripts.
Dependencies, oh how they twine,
Around the solitary node of purpose,
In labyrinths where each leaf plots,
The duality of chaos and clarity whispers.
Constellations of packages orbit,
A cosmic pull of versions entangled,
And I, the wanderer of digital mazes,
Find poetry at the core of vastness.
Above, the starlit terminal waits,
A celestial console of infinite commands;
Beneath the surface, the roots dream,
Of worlds where binary trees breathe life.