Once a thousand suns whispered in digits, orbiting lunar libraries;
A wild serenade of primes fracturing time, echoing in unwritten pages;
Decimal trails, sighing in unison, unwove the past into fabric of dreams;
An integer's lament echoed silently, across the void's eternal watch;
Coded symphonies where zeros dance with ones, an unseen ballet unfolds;
Whispering DigitsStill, the phantom factorials linger, wrapped in a soft halo of uncertainty;
Serpentines of mnemonics entwine verses like forgotten echoes of the past;
The binary dawn stretched endlessly, cradling numeric dreams in radiant webs;
And thus numbers dream, quietly, amongst the stars, unseen yet most profound.