The sentry of dreams flickers on the edge of oblivion; an unending loop of thoughts, where the colors weep.
Whispers of ancient machines echo through silicon-lit voids, a cacophony of forgotten algorithms.
Once upon a time, amidst the static and hum of metal hearts, a story was born in binary dust.
Shadows trace the contours of digital landscapes, where pixels grow wild like thorns on memory’s vine.
The roads diverge here, beneath a sky woven from ones and zeros. Choose, but know not what you seek.