The Whimsical Whirlwind of Data Streams

Ephemeral Whispers

"Oh celestial weave of innumerable spark and song," began the specter of the neon delta, "your rhythms are both the compass and the tide of my restless spirit."

To which the silken stream replied, "and you, tempestuous traveler of the ones and zeroes, are but a dreamer afloat on a river never seen, yet felt in every fiber of existence."

Each cascade of data danced above the boundaries of reality, where breathing bytes kissed the skies with glittering arcs.