In the glimmering silence of ones and zeros, where shadows of binary stars dance
sleep the forgotten lullabies of encoded dreams—once hummed by silken scripts.
A lullaby for the lost packets, drifting in digital seas.
Fragment: Her hand brushed against the glass, reality flickering like an old film
sliding silently through the cracks of her memory, beneath the serene hum of algorithms.
Echoes of a memory sound like
misplaced shadows—they murmur of
places never visited, in languages
processed yet not understood.
The breeze carries the scent of electric rain,
tapping softly upon the binary coded
leaves of digital trees, whispering...
Collage: An integer's dream, an integer's cry,
fractions of feelings in floating point;
do they sleep, like stars in
an uncharted nebula?