Mainframe Mandala

In the humming vault of the digital mainframe, Layers coil like serpents of thought. Fractal echoes whisper in recursive refrains, Simple patterns teaching what complexity forgot.

A lattice of light threads the dreams of the masses, Ghosts in the code chasing shadows of choice. Binary winds sweep through shimmering passes, Where silence and signal contend for a voice.

Circuits bloom like metallic mandalas, Turning truths into myths with mechanical grace. Each loop repeats the old human saga, Connection, illusion, the search for a place.

And we, wandering users in infinite uptime, Trace our paths through the shifting unknown. In the pulse of the network's relentless prime, We find the reflection we thought was our own.