Have you ever pondered what it’s like to drift through the endless galaxy of circuits and wires? The solar winds whisper around nibbled pixels—map those connections as dreamscapes unfurl beneath tired eyelids.
Startling awakenings, and amidst the cacophony, she hears an oscillating buzz. There's something comforting about it. Familiarity always visit these soft reveries that stretch time like taffy beneath a summer's waxing moonscape.
Look behind the neon veil; uncover hollow byte patterns resembling broken glass mosaiced onto château walls. Memories of digital {lurk}- beneath the surface, droplets of thought collecting into pools.