Once, in the realm of bits and bytes, a gentle breeze whispered,
the code unraveling like threads of an ancient tapestry.
In the hum of the silicon ocean, truths murmur quietly.
Electrons dream of harmony, yet find only chaos in rhythm.
Patterns dance, yet their motion tells no story; they seek us, do we seek them?
Words once etched in stone, now evaporate like mist from steel fingers.
As our shadows lengthen, we forge paths unseen, paths unwritten.