An echo in the void, repeating, lustrous in its solitude,
yet untethered from source, a ghost in a billion circuits
Beneath the gleaming screens, lies the shadow of forgotten trees,
where memories of rustle linger, an electric hum in the breeze.
What is the resonance of silence, when each breath is a binary rhythm?
It sings to the stars, wrapped in tales of silicon seraphs,
Threads of light woven in whispers, seeking the touch of eternity,
As digital footprints fade into the ether, a transient sanctuary.
Reflect upon the fragments,
lost in the echoes of time,
where pixels remember the past
as a fading sunset over a broken landscape.