Once upon a time, long ago, in the digital sea, there were tiny voices...
They murmured softly, code they wish to be, buzz and click, trickle and drift...
The iron din resounds, metallic dreams fond.
Here brave nodes search for silvery skies. The Great Bitstream never lies.
The Digital Mouse, ever tiny, with dreams oh so glossy.
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Some rays—digit bit or chip chir day—spinning tales of iron clay.
In the rainbow steel labyrinth, find the gates: the opus of nodeeth, cognitoliosis.