In the silence, echoes remain—
fragments of existence, lingering in the void.
Forgotten rhythms and patterns, glitched in time.
The catalyst of silence, reshaping,
reshaping the unheard tales.
Glitched voices—
stuttering in the ether,
echoing forgotten stories
of forgotten places. The shadows.
What remains, what doesn’t?
Information cascading,
breaking, broken.
Each byte a memory,
lost in the machine,
a whisper of the past.
(Enigma shrouded)