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The Digital Downfall: A Saga of Servers Silenced


Servers stand silent, screens suddenly still,

Circuits cease chattering, connections chill.

Data drifts dormant in digital deep,

Networks now numb, no messages leap.

Techs toil tirelessly to tend the blight,

Frantically fighting through firewall's might.

Bytes barely breathe in the binary gloom,

While workplaces wither in web-bereft doom.

But lo! Light flickers through fiber and wire,

Systems surge skyward, sparked servers respire.