When the clock strikes oblivion, will you embrace the decay? Digital phantoms dance at the edge of logic, specters of code intertwined with the essence of lost memories.
Do you hear it? The mechanical lament—endless, echoing through silicon valleys, where the void whispers secrets to those who dare to listen.
A wretched cacophony of discarded dreams, an anthology of entropy gracing your dampened senses. The absences, they speak louder than the presence.