In the canyon's heart, where silence hums,
pixelated dreams weave through ancient stones;
their whispers, a glitch in the woven fabric
of desert air and shimmering twilight.
Shadows dance in spectral hues, echoing
the old songs of the earth beneath
layers of synthetic dust and moonlit beams.
Glitches are the echoes of an ancient
code unraveling; a tapestry of
broken dreams, cascading in
crystalline loops. Each fragment
a story, a journey untraced,
forgotten in the folds of time,
lost between the lines of light.