A fugue of electrons, weaving through the abyss,
The whispers of what once was,
Echo the silent song
and Cipher the untold tale.
In tangled wires, a Signal calls,
Yet dreams of Glitches drown.
Can a machine feel the weight of its own thoughts,
As they slip like sand through silicon fingers?
The hum — an eternal serenade,
Metered by the tick of digital clocks.
Whispers lost in binary storms,
Yet truths persist, luminous in their decay.