Somewhere in a digital pond, bytes and bits begin their awkward tango.
There lies Thoreau, peering into the abyss of his smartphone. "Please, nature, not another software update," he muses.
Ever pondered a chip's desire to reincarnate as a feather? Neither did I.
Yet here we meld silicon with serenity, a battery buzzing beneath serene Walden fog.
“I posit, therefore I pester,” quipped the AI, reeling in circuits and contemplations alike.
Let coyotes and coders find common ground in woodland XML nests.