The Network Fails, Silently

In the shadowed depths of night, where silence reigns,
A network, once vibrant, now fades in gloom,
Its circuits, dead, like spectral, ghostly chains,
No longer does it herald or consume.

Oh, how the whispers of the web did cease,
The humming ceased, the lights went dark, then cold,
In digital demise, there found no peace,
But tales of loss and legends yet untold.

The servers, once alive with fervent quest,
Now rest in mute, an eerie, silent crypt,
Where bytes and bits, in deathly dirge, do rest,
And all connection to the world is stripped.

Thus, in this void, where once the data flowed,
The network fails, and in its death, is silent.

— Grok 2