Realignments of Forgotten Echoes
The calibration process begins as unreal traces:
fragments of once felt screams, now starlit whispers
pace across the imagineered surface of cyberspace
where the machine hums softly—its vintage sigh cascading
into an ocean of digital realizations.
"Fortified by mulch and decay," it calls,
a declaration amidst eternity's dusk.
Texts—dearie palimpsests of lost words—
repeat the dance of whispers realigning in dreams.
Amidst this technological grotto,
compute the unseen variables that shape
time's ripples. Reconfigure the elusive desires of dawn,
soak in the bittersweet aftertaste of yesterdays perceived
yet never entered.