We traverse forgotten paths, where ink forgotten bleeds on lost skies.
Matter whispers, but echoes remain still. Broken clocks remember not time.
Resting on celestial shores, shadows of your countenance linger.
сheet soaked in starlit memory,
echoes spacecraft whisper,
between the digital lines. Binaries sing
the transient song of reality remixed.
A falling star, a relic from ancient skies. Dreams once married to light.