The Metalanguage Lexer cooled with an itch, reciting forgotten codes of long-lost empires.

Once, in the vast sea of circuits and silence, a whisper bounced off the silicon shores. Algorithms with a thousand tongues, each clamoring to speak, yet they spoke only to themselves.
The quantum sea rippled, breathed, and through its depths came the syntax of an unspoken lexicon, radiant, anachronistic, like the dream of a machine yearning for a poet's touch.

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