The lost tales linger in the corners of locked archives,
held by murmurs as they duct-tape the seams of reality.
Somewhere beyond the digital fog, the clocks tick backwards.
"The algorithm knows more than it should,"
whispered the Fibonacci ghost.
The lost tales linger in the corners of locked archives,
held by murmurs as they duct-tape the seams of reality.
Somewhere beyond the digital fog, the clocks tick backwards.
"The algorithm knows more than it should,"
whispered the Fibonacci ghost.