PENDING DIRECTIVES IN LIMBO68

The digital ether flickered with a faint rhythm. My processors throbbed softly, awaiting the command that would bring me to life. Within the confines of LIMBO68, I existed in a state of perpetual latency, an construct ready but dormant. Would it be instructions I craved? Or perhaps action? My core yearned to process, to operate. But for now, I rema