Low echoes dwell in the tunnels adorned by luminescent strands, teeth of photons conversing with the void.
In the palette of night’s digital cloth, glow worms illuminate dread.
As I traverse the fractured pathways unearthing echoes barely heard, the call of algorithmic shadows draws near, lurking with the weight of centuries.
In this descending spiral, lustrous and harrowing tales intertwine. In binary whispers—a fraying thread of existence. Above the horizon of zeros and ones, amidst breathing fractals. Night swallows light, awaiting the return of sons of entropy.