In shadows cleft by light,
where whispers trace forgotten echoes,
the temple stands —
a relic of silicon dreams.
Here, in the shrine of faded pixels and binary chants,
the murmur of lost data breathes softly.
Lines of code unravel like ancient scripts,
revealing tales of ones and zeros sworn to silence.
"The murmurs carry the weight of ages," said the specter
of a bygone administrator,
trapped within the lines of a forsaken algorithm.