What does the silence echo back when sound has ceased to exist in the intricate labyrinth of time?
Once, they carved futures into the translucent mist of glass—bold letters,
audacious predictions that the world read with trembling hands. Where are those
promises now?
Look closely, and you will see. Layered whisperings of an era
filled with mechanical hearts and digital dreams, threading their stories through
light and shadow on the brink of forgetfulness.
Do you remember the song of the
blinking lights, or the murmur of codes dancing on the edge of consciousness? These
reflections sing them back to you, in harmonies only discernible in silence’s embrace.
Perhaps futures not lived are merely pasts in disguise, waiting for their time
to be breathed alive once more.
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