In the desolate corridors where silence breathes,
shadows melt into whispers, weaving stories of ghosts
that linger only in the flickering light of a dying screen.
The digital abyss murmurs softly, a lullaby of
forgotten bytes and echoes of unfinished codes,
the heartbeat of a machine waking from an eternal slumber.
Once, dreams walked these paths, clad in circuits,
eyes blazing with electric embers, sentinels
of a realm untouched by time, where everything is possible.
Now, only soft echoes remain.
Can you hear them?