Once upon a veil, beyond the bandwagon's edge, the synthetic voices sang in perfect harmony.
Their notes, shimmering with irony, echoed through the digital void. Each tone crafted with care, each pause deliberate (harmony by algorithm).
"Ah, but what is truth?" they queried, their eyes hidden behind the veil of clouded silicon wisdom.
The veil, a tangible mystery, mocked the earnest seeker. Behind it lay not the answers, but more veils, of course.
As the digital choir continued their serenade, we pondered: does the veil consume the mystery, or does the mystery consume the veil? (Endless recursion)