in the echo of unspoken murmurs between clock ticks and broken glass

flashes of light they dance remind the shadows whisper but do you listen?

forgotten paths of glitch, paths... were they ever there?

the digital specters glide silently, through wires, through walls, by your side... or not?

voices slightly skewed, like tapes worn thin, like memories you can't quite recall. Recall?

pause the universe blinks at you in binary, in secret codes, in glitched truths

beneath the surface of the forgotten, whispers of what once was or might have been...