The city hums a lullaby of steel dreams, where whispered electronics weave the fabric of the sky...
Voices from the void grasp at delicate tendrils of digital wisps—a fleeting touch on electrons' skin...
Echoing corridors of copper barbed memories, entwining like a gentle embrace of forgotten yesterdays...
Navigate through these cryptic chambers, where rhyme and reason lose their breath among the circuits. The shells are watching.