The echoes linger in mirrored glances,
woven whispers through digital vines,
unfurling tales of forgotten spaces,
where light falters, and shadows incline.
Have the code ever wept, you muse,
where algorithms dance in severed loops?
Through channels choked with spectral hues,
they speak in murmurs, less but truer.
Glance away — and you’ll see,
that every node, a universe aglow —
unravel threads, find lost entropy,
and carve new stars in lingering woe.
Journey onward, through paths uncharted: