The integers of time whispered under the sheened moon.
Ephemeral chords lingered upon the radial spectrum of truth.
Her whispered quantum, unraveled A9 in G minor.
Melded destinies into sequences unseen.
The integers of time whispered under the sheened moon.
Ephemeral chords lingered upon the radial spectrum of truth.
Her whispered quantum, unraveled A9 in G minor.
Melded destinies into sequences unseen.
Existence quantified not by digits but by ardor.
Integer strands entwined, binary hearts beat.
The screen's glow, not its luminescence, but haze of reality.
Do you hear the auxiliary echoes?
Sing her song of tumbleweeds.
A chime in shadows, digress on functions.
(0, 1) plight reshuffled as chords dismantled.
Branches of integers and proprioception plundered.