Hall of Sockpuppets

An echo, a shadowy silhouette
Unraveled in twilight mist

The wanderer in digital corridors
Seeking warmth in pixelated horizons

A voice without a name
Whispering through the void

Moonlit facades dancing
In the remnants of dreams

Forgotten intentions, lost words
A tapestry unraveled

Silence can speak louder
In the echo chambers of the past