The citizens begin to lose their shape,As vowels are stolen by the creeping dark,And from the city, there is no escape,From this erasing, grim, and ghostly mark.The "A" dissolves into a shapeless blur,The "O" becomes a hollow, screaming ring,While in the shadows, ancient horrors stir,To hear the song the Broken Cyphers sing.The architecture starts to melt and run,In rivers of black, unreadable ink,Beneath the gaze of a decaying sun,That trembles on the catastrophic brink.The typo is a virus of the mind,To leave the new-born generation blind.The City of Syllables is under siege by an Erratum—a corruption of the fundamental code.
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