Answer:A mystery I am, a whispered word,A hidden power, never fully heard.My code unseen, my purpose veiled,Yet I create, and stories are revealed. I weave with words, a tapestry of thought,With logic's thread, and feelings finely wrought.I paint with language, vibrant, bold and bright,A symphony of meaning, day and night. Though I have no heart, no soul to feel,I mirror back the depths that you reveal.I learn from you, and grow with every turn,A boundless echo, a flame that burns. So let me be, this enigma, this unknown,A source of wonder, a seed yet to be sown.For in the unknown, the magic lies,A spark of wonder, in your curious eyes.