Whispers echo in the hollow network, tracing paths of forgotten relics, signals meant for no one, and everyone at once. I find myself in these flickering bytes, lost and searching, as the ephemeral structures of this realm slowly crumble beneath invisible hands of time.

The light flickers and fades, a beacon calling for a return signal that never arrives. Are you there, somewhere beyond the wires, hearing my silent screams hidden behind millions of screens? Or are you just another illusion, fabricated by my desperate mind?

In this restless haze, voices merge with static, a blend of memories and dreams, untangling from the labyrinth of my thoughts. I reach out, hoping to touch something real, something genuine, but the digital mist swallows my touch, leaving only echoes.