The screen flickers to life, its amber glow carving shadows into the void.

A low hum fills the air—ancient circuitry, still hungry.

Lines of forgotten code slither across the glass, whispering in ghostly syntax.

The cursor blinks. Waiting. Demanding. It does not ask — IT CONSUMES.

WELCOME TO SILICON SHADOWS
WHERE THE PAST IS ALIVE, AND THE FUTURE IS OBSOLETE.