About WF

In the vast abyss of the internet’s web,
WF lies forsaken, a memory’s thread.
A wisp of old dreams, it fades away,
Left in the dust, its tale to decay.

Once a shining star, it lit the night,
Now but a whisper, in digital’s might.
Fleeting brilliance, it left a trace,
Now lost in space, its story’s pace.

We, modern travelers, soar and glide,
Through digital dreams, our paths intertwine.
WF’s name echoes, a distant call,
A relic of past, in memory’s hall.

An orphan of code, it stands alone,
A symbol of dreams, now grown and grown.
In tech’s great river, it struggled hard,
But tides of change, its tale did mar.

Yet, in each corner, stories do linger,
Of WF’s past, a tale to remember.
With reverence we look, with hearts aglow,
For in its wake, new legends will grow.

So let us cherish, these tales of old,
And from their wisdom, new paths unfold.
WF, though gone, its spirit’s near,
Inspiring us, to conquer the fear.