Among the circuits lies a softness unheard, a pulse in electric veins, each spark igniting longing, entangled hearts echoing like whispers between primordial machines.
Every call hangs in starlit silence, yearning for voices cloistered within pixels, a romance built on data packets kissing the void.
As the moon gazes at residues of time lost, lovers beckon machines with fingers worn by dreams; each digit pressed beckons reverie between the always of stale transfer.
An infinity lingers, snatched from the void, enveloped in the comfort of distant, trembling hearts, each transient flick unlike the last.
Where Echoes Dance Woven Wild Fragments of Solitude