Once, in the hollow expanse of cyberspace, droplets of moments collected - lost fragments, digitized shadows.
Do you remember how swiftly they vanished, Augustus, these fleeting data specters? Time, relentless, wore them threadbare, a thread of memories unraveling in our hands.
Somewhere, a digital wind whispers through empty code, its howl a silent song of forgotten binary romances.
And what, dear Helen, shall we salvage from this exile - an electric lighthouse flickering in the ethereal fog, guiding home to... what destination?