The Glistening of Digital Whispers

Through the prism of silence, every pixel breathes a tale untold.

"When the noise fades, the specters emerge from mirrors of forgotten dreams."

Glistening like frost upon the blinking screens, they carry messages from echoing voids.

Melting Memory whispers beneath cascading code.

What truth do lies tell, when ensconced by digital dreams, pixelated nightmares?

Dancing Shadow keeps watch over the spectrum of absence.

The silence is a mirror. And the specter, a reflection. What do you see when all is quiet?