Within the boundaries of digital dusk, the machine murmurs.
Flickering signals reverberate, whispering timeless queries.
What does the static seek when we are not listening?

Travel the path of altered flux
Seek ghostly horizons in ephemeral realms
Absurdities nested in harmonious chaos

In the electrostatic hum, yearning for meaning, we find remnants of forgotten symphonies.
Are we but patterns overlapping in a fractal dance?