Each byte encased in silence, waiting for the dawn of memory.
Once, they murmured pathways of echo and electron,.
Their forms pressed against the veil of dusk,.
Unfurling into worlds untouched,.
A format of whispers, shadowing letters that spend their lives.
The winds, they change the mosaics, shifting the unscripted fate.
Secrets asking, lingering on the crest of oblivion.
Lost between the.
Fingers trace over dreams, touching the essence of.
A harmony hummed in the silent corridors.
Half-told stories, remnants of
Chords that bind the soul to.