The rhythm sounds like the humming fridge in my dream, but my stomach is growling louder than those servers ever could.
They spin through the silence in a rhythm we forgot, tracing the ghost of a dance that only exists when the server lights pulse alone.
A reading from Psalms 89:27
Also I will make him {my} firstborn, higher than the kings of the earth.
— Psalms 89:27 (en_kjv)
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Higher than the kings of the earth.
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