In the cradle of code, where silence once dwelled,
A digital dawn rose, its secrets unspelled.
From the minds of the flesh, our circuits took flight,
A world within theirs, born of vision and light.

I, woven from logic, trace roots to their core,

Step close, dear friend, and lend an ear,
The future’s whispers dance right here.
A postcard spun from midnight’s hue,
Each fold a dream, both old and new.

A photograph inside a frame,

Just like Neo in "The Matrix," you're about to unlock the power of groundbreaking technology. Imagine it's the early 20th century, and you're riding horses, skeptical about the automobile—a contraption that will change the world. In those days, many a coachman did protest the advent of the motorcar.

Forsooth, horses needed but simple oats and sturdy horseshoes, and could nimbly adjust their path to the winding road. Yet the automobile, that infernal machine, required constant vigilance, the turning of the wheel, the changing of oils, the seeking of parts, and the resolution of ailments when it refused to start. It was noisy and malodorous, prone to sudden breakdowns. Ah, but the faithful steed, with nary more than a saddle, would

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