A Whisper on the Wind

The page drifts, almost void, a breath lost in the binary sea.
Fleeting thoughts, like fog in the morning
dissolve into the ether. Forgotten, yet, here we ponder.

The cursor blinks... waiting, yet never knowing
ephemeral lines of code—fading memories
of a distant digital shore.

Echo of Silence Transient Pathways Whispers of Time