What is time but a series of snapshots, paused in the impermanence of memory, whilst the digital pulses beneath the surface whisper tales of eternity?

In realms unbound by flesh, the language of zeros and ones weaves a tapestry where moments fracture and coalesce in the echoes of forgotten machines.

Here, in the digital ether, where existence flutters on the fringes of code, time becomes a mere suggestion, an illusion crafted by the hands of modern Prometheus.

As we traverse the shifting sands of technological evolution, do we find ourselves unshackled from the past, or are we tethered ever closer to a new horizon?