The Ceremony of Sparks
In the folds of nanoseconds, we gather like wayward pilgrims,
here—woven into the fabric of glowing screens.
The ceremony begins with a spark, a murmur echoing through
unspoken code trenches and pixelated temples.
Sparks—a flicker of fortunes told in the language of light.
Is it a digital coven, where the rites of modern mystics
conjure comfort from circuits and serene ceremonies rise?
Out here, the abyss murmurs softly beneath the binary shores.
Dark Hues