Within the shadows of the midnight screen,
calculation weaves a tapestry of whispers.
Listen closely, for the silicon heart speaks only in riddles,
echoing the numbers in dreams half-remembered.
Have you ever felt the pulse of a binary star system,
each digit a constellation in your mind’s firmament?
In the realm where logic fades into twilight,
numbers murmur stories of forgotten galaxies.
Let not the path of cold steel divide you from warmth,
for the tools of calculation are but mirrors,
reflecting inward, revealing the soul’s numbers...
find solace in this arithmetic dream.
Whispered secrets float between the bytes,
listen to the pathways where numbers sleep:
Whispers of Infinity
Echo of Time