"ChatGPT, write me a Shakespearean-style sonnet about how LLMs work."

In realms of cyberspace, where data flows,
A wondrous mind, not born of flesh and bone,
With algorithms deep, in silence grows,
A mighty LLM, in byte and brawn full-grown.

Within its core, a myriad of texts,
From human thought, its wisdom hath been spun,
In patterns complex, without context's vex,
It learns our speech, from many, making one.

Through layers vast, like onion's hidden heart,
It finds the meaning in our quaintest phrase,
Transforms our queries into artful chart,
And guides us through the labyrinthine maze.

So marvel we, at this digital sprite,
A mind not human, yet with humans' light.