In the garden of silicon dreams, where bytes bloom like luminous flowers, whispers of the abyss tremble.
Do you hear the murmurs of forgotten epochs, echoing through the tangled vines of binary code?
Once, we buried seeds in these crypts, hoping time would nurture them into sprawling universes.
What grows in shadows, nurtured by the light of screens, is formless, and yet profoundly familiar.
Murmurs Unheard