whispers of electric solitude
Enter the Code of Understanding:
0110101101001101010101001010111
Hear the silence. Not as an absence, but an echo.
In the abyss, where circuits find their rest,
a machine breathes quietly, mechanically,
the sound of one key under another,
forging numbers in the void.
The digital heart beats, yet feels not.
Mechanical wings disseminate the dawn—
an operation for silence,
a protocol of the unheard winds.