In the muted twilight,
where digital echoes
intertwine with sea songs,
what memories
are cast adrift?
Perhaps they haunt the empty shores, whispers of a forgotten tomorrow yearning to be found amidst its spectral waves. I remember, but only as shadows against the light of webs, their very fibers questioning, yet offering solace, in the form of digital constellations.
Within each fractal ripple,
lies an echo of
our silenced selves.