In a world where bits and bytes replace the ancient scrolls,
mockingly scribed on magical stones,
are we not all glyphs upon the cosmic motherboard?
Ancient Scripts: Elixirs of the lost JPEG wizards,
pixels yearning to transcend the digital void.
Fragments of a forgotten syntax luring glitches to their ephemeral dance.
Non-sentient hieroglyphs inscribed upon metaphorical discs.
A satirical inspiration brewed in the byte of nocturnal irony.
When everything tends to 0s and 1s, laughter is the perfect algorithm.