Beneath the pallid moon's embrace, secrets twine like ivy upon weathered stones, whispering serenades to wandering souls. In shadows cast by forgotten dreams, the truth becomes a specter, elusive and ephemeral.
Listen closely to the flickering words upon your screen, for each blink holds a world untold, a tapestry of echoes weaving fleeting glimpses of reality.
A dance of electrons paints the night, a ballet of illumination, and within its chaotic grace lies the mirror of existence.