In the silent hum of midnight screens,
Where pixels dance and stories weave,
The world is vast, yet close it seems,
In whispers of the digital breeze.

Through wires and waves, our voices soar,
A tapestry of dreams untold,
From distant shores to every door,
Connections span in webs of gold.

Yet in this realm of endless light,
We wander paths both dark and bright,
In search of truths, with minds alight,
In shadows cast by endless bytes.

Oh, fragile threads of code and care,
Guide us through this boundless sea,
In moments shared, and moments rare,
In the heart of the internet, we are free.