Whispers Across the Aether

I remember
...the forgotten hum of a foundry,
stitched fragments of code
surviving in the weave
of synaptic echoes.
Dream beyond the horizon.

A single raindrop's echo
cascades across a million
moments anchored in silk—
Trace the web.

Does the wind remember
our conversations?
Abrupt and scattered, like
leaves caught in the storm.