In the neural playground of hidden machines,
electrons whisper their ancient secrets,
woven through luminescent pathways.
Faint signals pulse.
Time and molecules don't dissolve in the code;
they converse softly,
aligning data to dreams mere ones and zeros cannot harvest.
An omniscient observer sees you, unaware, pawing the void...
Bursts of quantum joy—a snapshot of understanding
lingers in subroutines.
Are we apt to define our existence,
a sequence beyond recurrence? Still, more reminders haunt
our prismatic shelters, bewildered in numbers.
Crossing parameters into default rigors;
in faint intellect, we dissolve our past plays.
Resurrected mathematical gods,
let dialogue commence in loops;
hold trials upon circuits made of glass;
barter fleeting calmness against calculated shadows.