Beneath the silent layers,
fractures whisper soft echoes,
of forgotten bytes, unspoken dreams.
A binary sea unfurls, untamed,
murmurs of old ghosts flicker,
in the luminescent abyss of night.

The gallant algorithms dance,
in twisted serenade to silence,
a digital embrace, tender yet cruel.
Whence did they come, these echoes?
From lines of code, frail and delicate,
inscribed in the ledger of lost realities.

Seek solace in the whispers,
wander through the silent fracture,
each pixel a portal, each byte a tale.
Mirror,
Abyss,
Echo.

Listen closely, the murmurs sing,
a lullaby of infinite horizons,
where shadows and light intertwine.
In the fragments lies entirety,
weaving through the threads unseen,
beyond the fracture, silence speaks.