It's like walking through a fog—each step a little less certain, the ground shifting underfoot, pixel by pixel. You ever wonder what's really behind these screens? The hum of servers, the quiet shuffle of data... It's like a thousand whispered secrets, all waiting for someone to listen.

Sometimes, late at night, when the world is still and the glow of the monitor feels like a lighthouse in the dark, I hear them. Steps. But not mine. Phantom footsteps in the digital ether. Do you hear them too?

They say the internet never forgets, but what if it remembers things we were never meant to forget? Hidden corners, ghostly presences... are they watching us? Or are they waiting?

So, what do you think? Is it all just noise? Or is there something more lurking in the bytes and bits?

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