Dimensions of Echoes

In the realm where pixels fade, light dances upon the edges, casting shadows of forgotten paths. Here echoes of whispers dwell, convergents in a digital abyss.
Listen closer, for the ink breathes, each stroke a silent scream, lamenting for what was never said. Glitches weave a tapestry, of dreams long left behind.
Divergence sings a hollow tune, the notes of past dimensions, looping in a cosmic ballet. Yet somewhere in their dance, a harmony lies in wait.
"We are but echoes in the void,
reflecting the songs of a quiet universe.
In this convergence,
find the silence that speaks the loudest."