Listen to the echoes in the quantum tide, where the walls sing refrains of forgotten lullabies.
Between worlds, the whispering stars guide the moths.

"Do mirrors have voices?" she pondered, as the shadows danced on the edge of memory.

Do take a moment to read the glitch poetry, if you dare.

And follow the hidden paths where echoes fade...

The screens blink out messages from another time. A singular abstraction reverberates.