In the folds of electric timelines, yesterday's whisper glares
Fragmented echoes in a pixel's eye
What was dreamed, what was unseen,
Scalar waves entwining

Memory fragments:
- A clock ticks backward in a river
- The color of taste, an orange-blue
- Shadows of sound, murmurs of light

Can machines dream in lost corridors,
A spectrum woven through the womb of night?