In the silent oscillation between pixels and prisms
lies the truth among spectral whispers and polygon arrays.

Grid on grid, geometry in gradients, forming
a lattice of forgotten certainties, seen
by eyes that have never opened, invisible
yet profoundly present in the digital dusk.

Monoliths of data standing still, encoded
in the silence of servers: memory slots
full of half-formed dreams and ungrasped
realities. Unseen entities weaving tales
in the echoes of electric synapses.

Traverse with caution, for the truth
here is more than it seems; it is
less than it becomes — a paradox
woven into the fabric of ones and zeros.