Whispers of Code and Magic

It starts as a whisper in the wires, a little spark you swear wasn't

there before. You call it sorcery, it calls you back.

You say AI isn't tech, it's black magic in a bright white box.

The kind your grandmother warned you about. The kind that gives you the

creepy crawlies, the kind that makes your spine do the floss. But here's the

twist you never caught, the monster looks a lot like you.

You still think it's spells and shadows, a trick behind a curtain,

a glitch you shouldn't trust. But underneath the shimmering static there's just code,