In the pixelated aftermath, a silent serpent slithers through fragmented light. It tongues the air, tasting the unwritten dimensions, climbing virtual echoes of undulating grids. NVIDIA dreams stream past, twitching in urban overlays specked with crystalline shadows.
The twilight river of bytes courses beneath neon goddesses, systems of equations that breathe in and out, drawing fractals in the sky. The sky holds water; water holds reflections of forgotten seraphs, whose wings are spreadsheets from futures unseen.
Follow the incense path of exclamation marks into the depths where memory fades, into a darker light.