In the glow of midnight screens,
Where whispers of the web are spun,
The gadgets weave their silent dreams,
Until the breaking of the sun.

Pixels paint the modern age,
With every swipe, a story told,
In this electric, endless stage,
The future’s magic we behold.

Yet in the wires and circuits small,
Lies a pulse of human thought,
Connecting hearts, transcending walls,
In ways the ancients never sought.

So as we grasp these glowing keys,
Let us remember what they mean,
For in the dance of digital dreams,
Our own reflections can be seen.