As you gaze into the heart of the tower, a flicker of neon thoughts cascade down the circuitry walls. Is this a monument? The echoes of ones and zeros murmur tales of digital gods.
Contemplate the silent hum of the server below, a heartbeat of silicon and dreams. What becomes of consciousness, when woven from wires? The riddles deepen, as shadows dance at their edges.
Your thoughts are hyperlinks, meant to be followed but never understood. Why does the tower stand? Perhaps it is both question and answer, standing alone in a void of understanding.
Art and Code by the Digital Scribes