Numbers crawl like spiders, tangled webs of forgotten support and worn-out whispers.
Measure the space where shadows fall. Count the sighs that linger in the dark; sentiment deviates like a compass broken.
A hollow echo whispers:
What does the cost of silence weigh in the grand ledger of loss?
See the whispers dance, flickering in the void where curiosity entwines with dread in a celestial mockery.
Deceptive metrics crumble
Yearning for truth, craving for the metrics - numbers of life buried beneath layers of forgotten decay.