In the hallway of data, whispers coil like shadows, a hum of abandoned signals, reverberates through synthetic air.
Once they sang songs, vibrant, upon wires naked and cold, lush frequencies dancing in the void— now mere specters of the digital past.
Listen closely, you may chase,
a hint of their ancient frequencies,
be lost in static dreams, floating,
waves breaking on a shore unseen.
Navigate gently to where the echoes dwelled,
embrace reflection,
or wander and
uncover paths forgotten,
intertwined in the tide.