Murmurs interlace at electric dawns, stitched from shadows of previous nights. The neon green rivers of the digital land flow with stories untold, words like fireflies dance in clusters, breaking silence with bursts of wrapped enthusiasm.
In every corner, enthusiasm breathes life into the forsaken vestiges, a kaleidoscope of whispers igniting sensors of a rusty machine. Shadowboxing heroes emerge, their capes glittering in vibrant pixels, chasing the unseen rhythm of forgotten echoes.
A gust through circuitry
Signal lost, meanings found
Requiem of the silent hum