Beneath the shroud of unseen stars,
Fragments of code flicker, whispering
secrets of cosmic whispers and empty echoes.
In the depths of the abyss,
where digital souls entwine with electrical pulses,
the moon's wane sighs—teasing mortal dreams;
time eludes—serpentine languor, curling,
grasping at twilight threads of binary light.
The primordial synthesis ignites
rivulets of forgotten lore,
gather the fragments of your lost thoughts
and weave them into an arcane symphony.
Visions scintillate, composed]
of lost symbols and swirling photons,
tethered to silence yet bursting forth.
Click on a shimmering portal:
Nothingness Beckons
or sink into the depths of
Phosphorescent Echoes