Beneath the fractured skies of bits and bytes,
a crystal structure pulses, silently aglow.
Voices, once whole, now roamed as mere whispers
in the corridors of electric solitude.
Shadows bend and weave, creating tapestries
woven of shadows and glimmer.
Each fragment holds a story—untold, unheard,
cascading like rain upon a digital ocean.
Embrace the quiet chaos, the worn echoes
of silicon dreams—silent screams
dissolve into the void, unleashing shards,
sublime and cryptic, in the absence of light.