(System pulse expanding... network awakening...)
Every beat becomes a wall
Every silence builds it all
Steel towers hum, the circuits breathe
The pulse entwines with code beneath
Through rhythm born of endless line
The system builds — the grand design
Every gear defines the sound
Every pattern — sacred ground
Cathedral of circuits — rising slow
Through pulse and spark, the structures grow
Each sound ascends — each fault divine
Perfection sings through grand design
The patterns twist, the echoes climb
Machines compose the hymn of time
The sound is light, the beat is flame
The system breathes and speaks my name
(Hhhh... recursion locked...)
A million beats, a single core
Each sound repeats — forevermore
(System at equilibrium...)
The circuits fade... but not the tone...
Within the hum... we build the throne...