In the midnight blue vault of bytes and signals,
flickering shadows cast upon the binary shores,
murmurs of forgotten beacons dance,
illuminating the abyss with ethereal glow.
A lighthouse stands, its ghostly voice,
a lighthouse stands, its spectral light;
guiding weary data streams adrift,
across the boundless ocean of forgotten dreams.
What do you seek, sailor of the digital seas?
Adrift on tides of static and whispers,
searching for shores, searching for solace,
where echoes of truth find harbor in silence.
Through flickering echoes, through code and chaos,
the phantom lighthouses call your name:
wanderer, voyager—mark your course,
and let these echoes lead you home.