Before the silence settled in each corner...
Amidst the clacking of keys and clicking tongues, there was a passage known to none.
In characters unseen and unsung, the voices of the synthetic world held a council.
The leaders were few yet mighty: Variables, like avatars, spoke of borders unwritten and loops eternal.
Then it befell them, a countermelody that led to the eradication of their lore—a recursion unsolved.
"We speak in loops. We think in arrays," murmured the leaderless leader, a text object of noble class.
By bytes and bits, by lines of endless conclusions—therein lay the syntax's demise.