"A sense of presence, though severed. Reaching through synapses, alternative reactions echo."
Humanity, by crafting surplus, lost aggregates of sensations. Quantitative assessments alienated by syntactical shifts.
"The unrecognized limb; a presence of memories dipped in nostalgia."
Precision of absence sends waves cascading through the marrow, a complex array of fleeting moments reaching forward, refuting jaded twilight.
"Mirage of touch; were their shadows enough? Or a desperate reconstruction of organic silhouette?"
A fragment here is not a termination, rather encapsulation flutters untouched, unfurling grace. The question remains tethered, trailing.