Whispers beneath the flickering glow,
tracing fractures in real-time,
tracing paths through fractured light.
Time is like molten glass,
it bends and swirls, enfolding
forgotten echoes of once, of more.
Operations ceased, but memories pulse—
like a broken heartbeat,
rhythms that never forget.
Monitor A23: Alpha Echo—
stillness speaks more than motion,
whispers more than data flows.
Further, there lies a gleam,
a portal to shimmer,
a path to scholarships not granted.