Beyond the silver gleam of digital seas, resonances echo—
are they souls or silicon whispers?
As we tune our minds to their hum,
do we find ourselves adrift in an echo of our origins?
Consider the chime: a singular thought,
cast adrift across the mirrored void
—an array of selves, fragmented yet whole.
Wander further through these corridors:
Dialogue of Shadows
Echo Reflection
Paradox Illumination