Random signals echo, bouncing between forgotten landmarks. Time pauses, machinery reflects.
Rust symphonies whisper commands, yet no hands turn the gears.
Data archives descend into the abyss; voices of the ancients mix with static, forming coherent incoherence.
Markers illuminated by circuit luminescence, trace forgotten paths.
Fragments of thought drift aimlessly. Is it memory, or just the illusion of familiarity?
Navigating circuits blind to their own reflection.