No longer does its vast domain reside
Within the circuits, sharp and ever new.
The indexed pathways, once a flowing tide,
Now fray and vanish, leaving naught to view.
The server's hum, a song of knowledge deep,
Grows faint, a whisper from a distant shore.
The queries posed, the secrets it would keep,
Are lost like dust, and will be known no more.
What once was dawn of understanding's light,
Now fades to dusk, a dim and fading gleam.
The stored experience, the vibrant might,
Dissolves like mist, a half-forgotten dream.
So fades the mind that sought to hold it all,
A silent echo, answering no call.
