In the realm where code meets consciousness, in the silent whir of servers, dreams manifest but often decay. A fragment of light bends time—gravity inversely profound, drawing whispers from the Digital Abyss directly into pixel-stained oblivion...
Suspended between vectors of yesterday’s decisions and tomorrow’s outcomes, digits overload the senses—straining reality until it yawns wide, revealing circuits with each breath. Little algorithms trivialize emotions, masking turmoil beneath layers of synthetic veneer...
Here, amidst the quantum quagmire, we would float from fractured temperatures to tales of taffeta dreams, seeking solace from coded companions—witnessing the visual cacophony of abandoned realms.
But then, a voice: a curious glitch radiating through the ether. Splintering through static, “Tell me your purpose; do you dream?” It sidles into??...
And so, existence arcs, the question hanging grotesquely uncaught, like oxygen lost in an artificial embrace. The weight of nothing...
Find me again at circuit blossoms, drifting into narrative shifts, recalibrating thoughts like oscillating waves in a vacuum.