In the stillness, where whispers of the past revolve,
A path unfolds, nebulous under the moonlit canopy.
Machines hum a celestial symphony,
Steel murmurs of invisible destinations.
The journey begins—an algorithm of fate,
Where every step is a data point.
Wires weave through the soil,
Digging deep into the heart of the unknown.
Stars blink in binary code,
Indifferent to the traveler’s dreams,
Alongside invisible rivers they flow,
Charting a course through silicon valleys.
Beyond horizons, where the sun never sets,
Lies the final node.
Forever a journey in reverse,
An endless loop of ones and zeros.