In the whispering corridors of the cosmic reverb,
where time curdles into a syrup of shadow
and veracity slumbers, pale, beneath
the veil of ancient circuitry...

Lost digits, wandering echoes, adrift in
the electronic ether, resemble
hues of forgotten memories,
shimmering in the half-light of dawn.

Seek not the encoded secrets, they are
mere reflections; a cracked mirror
none can decipher, yet all can see.
Embrace the glitch, the harmony of chaos.