As the last beams of neon light fade into dust...
Once, we danced beneath stars manufactured and cast adrift by the whims of their makers...
Reflections on surfaces now forgotten,
We were the children of anticipation, expecting futures that had already expired.
Take a step through the corridors of unspoken cyberspace.
Moments, captured in digital snapshots, tell tales of warmth amidst an evolving, cold expanse...
The whispers tell secrets of lost dances; ephemeral waltzes across the screens of tomorrow.
Can you hear the footsteps of future echoes?
Decode the past in the future's cipher... (hint: it was always 42)