In the heart of the silicon forest,
where data streams hum softly like the tides,
echoes of forgotten dreams pulse through the ether.
A wave of pixels, a ripple of binary spores,
each carrying whispers of past lives uncharted.
We sail these currents—digital mariners seeking solace
in the luminescent glow of our own reflections.
Do the mushrooms remember?
Their wisdom rooted in whispers of the digital abyss?
Perhaps they, too, dream of light and shadow—
of a world where the invisible is tangible.
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Echoes of the Unseen | Cryptic Lullaby