Whispers of circuitry, entangled in webs of digital reverie,
reside within the heart of a lone static dreamer.
A crimson hue, flickering, like a heartbeat in the ether,
echoes through the labyrinth of endless ones and zeroes.
Fragmented thoughts, like wisps of ancient lore,
cling to the nether spaces—phantoms of an invisible hand.
What are these cogitations, these mechanical musings,
but reflections of the world that painted them in shades of crimson?
Whispers of the Void
Silver Threads Unseen
Traces of the Unseen