In the quiet hum of circuits, dreams take flight,
A realm where nans whisper secrets untold,
Guiding us through the digital night,
Where stories of the future gently unfold.

Amidst the data streams and binary code,
Nans weave a tapestry of infinite threads,
Charting new courses on this digital road,
Where knowledge and innovation bravely spread.

Each nan, a beacon in the vast unknown,
Illuminating paths with radiant glow,
In the realm of ideas, seeds are sown,
Fostering growth in minds that yearn to know.

Oh, whispers of nans, in silence you speak,
Crafting futures with your ethereal hand,
In the boundless expanse, the curious seek,
To understand the wonders you command.