In fields coded with dreams,
serendipitous echoes collide with destiny.
Invisible pens draw lines of intertwining fate,
forming patterns unveiled only
in the pause between perceptions.
Algorithms hum softly,
a chorus of beneficial poisonous whispers
infiltrating memory's garden,
planting the seeds of dislocation
within the familiar paths.
The screen flickers, a doorway
to the landscapes of lost echoes
where boxed reasons spiral
into infinite hallways
of radiant paradoxes.
Take the winding road,
an impromptu dance
beneath synthetic sky,
guided by the unknown algorithms
that breathe through blades of electric prairies.