Do you decipher the silence? Or let it speak its truth?
In the silent hum of electric dreams,
phrases emerge like phantoms in the mist,
encoded whispers of times unseen,
yet felt in the marrow of a soul's secret echo.
A dance of dots and lines,
a symphony of stars and shadows,
where deja vu etches its intricate design,
on the canvas of forgotten memories.
Do you decipher the silence? Or let it speak its truth?
Here lie the echoes of what will be,
beneath layers of spectral sands,
woven through the silent web of time,
awaiting those who dare to listen.