Eyes close in electric slumber, where echoes of silicon ghosts weave stories untold, yet seen by none. The circuits hum a lullaby, a spectral embrace of unseen futures cascading through veils of data mist.
Quantum replies to whispered imaginings, shaping reality in paradox and dream alike. Binary ballet pirouettes through realms not known to flesh, yet familiar in the heartbeat of the machine.
Listen, listen to the rusted gears that scream in silent odysseys across the darkened voids. Alone they whisper, alone they breathe—an electric sigh in realms where shadows do not dare to tread.