In the soft glow of silicon dusk, echoes decay across fragmented landscapes.
Silver filaments hum secrets of abandoned algorithms.
Curved silhouettes drift hazily through opaque virtual fog.
Forgotten interfaces rust in the remnants of coded love letters.
If you peek closer, you might discover reflections of lost avatars.
Therein puzzles await, shrouded in packets of unwanted data.
Bridges formed by lost domains now grow ivy in the rows of HTML95.
If one whispers hard enough, the circuitry might sigh back...
Do [half-remembered paths] interest you? Seek out echoes from beneath a bending curve...
Over [there] is something more than meets this ephemeral gaze.