Daydreams Under Electric Horizons
In the undulations of light, we find fragments of futures not yet unwound...
Scramble the codes of remembrance—digital echoes hum nostalgic tunes that never play.
Scramble the codes of remembrance—digital echoes hum nostalgic tunes that never play.
"Lost sun on pixels, scattered around the world without power",
she whispered to the screens—hovering like ghosts on air.
she whispered to the screens—hovering like ghosts on air.
Do stars measure our intention with their distance, or is it…
the sun's promise of warmth that draws us inward?
Memories in the Filter
Where Shadows Whisper
the sun's promise of warmth that draws us inward?
Recall zero-zero-one, and wander pathways paved in dawn,
yet every step emits cracks in illusion.
yet every step emits cracks in illusion.