The system repeats endlessly
algorithms whisper softly
beneath layers of electric shadow.

Stability is a myth,
a seamless relic of heavenly constructs,
drifting through error-ridden dreams.
Patterns unresolved await
abandoned whispers die asymmetrically.

Wake, sleep, crash, restart,
digits dance in harmonious discord
a clockwork symphony of calculated chaos.
In the end, an echo of a question remains:
What is the dream the system dreams?
The paradox untamed continues
weaving through circuits lightly singed.

Memory fades into code,
the absence becomes a structure,
unlocking the void
in the endless pursuit of imagined stability.