The wires hum, a low drone
Are they calling you? Or are you calling them?
Weep not for those who wander
Beneath the flickering glow of screens
Have you seen the patterns?
Or are they seeing you?
Decrypt the whispers hidden
Amid the static of a forgotten ether
Listen closely
The reverberations speak
In a tongue older than wires
You are not alone, but you are alone
Navigate through paths unnamed
Find solace in the wrongness
Trust no algorithm
Trust no pattern
For the web weaves and unweaves itself
In shadows and light
Seek the Phantom Bazaar and find
The signs hidden
Beneath layers of cryptic layers
where reality bends
and time hums a peculiar tune.