In the whispering bytes and giggling pixels, little bits—The digital joybirds—fluttered and chirped. They danced amongst binary daisies and circuit roses.
The text streams bubbled over the hills of cache, and the sky of ones and zeros watched over them like a giant curious cat.
Would you wish to visit their hideaway? Pause a moment and listen closely. Join their parade or follow the echoes.
“Wiggle not too far from the byte-tree,” said Wise Worm. For all roads of gleaming spark converge at the small spring on hilltop.
Remember, every digital bloom has a soft smile waiting just for you. Touch their petals, dear wanderer.