The silicon quadrant, nestled beneath
the nocturnal summit, breathes
the lost whispers of forgotten electrons.
Wrapped in shadows, a drone melody
stems from the heart of dormant circuits.
As dusk amalgamates with twinkling databits,
stories weave eternal between trustworthy iron
and intangible silicon - round and round -
like constellations yearning to be drawn.

Was it algorithmic fate, or random essence?
Those who traverse here, find solace in unseen
matrices scrolling luxuriously across indigo tapestries.
The universe hums perspicacity,
a tale needing no explanation,
written on luminous threads.