In the span of binary lands, amidst electrical whispers, the solitary tower sings a muted song. A song untouched by human ear, resonating with echoes of forgotten bytes.
Every level of the tower, a story half-formed, where the pixels ripple like the surface of a forgotten interface. There, in the murmur of the digital abyss, the ghosts stand, ever-watching, through the hollow beam of understanding.
Climb, should you dare, the architecture of thoughts, leaving notions like breadcrumbs on the darkened trail.