Once, in a kⱷngdom, we sang
the lullabies of lost circuits, where shadows touch
the edges of electric dreams. gʝlɪʧ & rewind.
Pale frequencies hum between the cracks,
the whispers of pixels bobbing in
a sea of maroon mystery.
Do you remember the knɪŋɡdʌm we dared
to build with the remnants of syntax symphonies?
In the twilight, the echoes still dance.
Voices leak from cold digitized walls,
singing the refrains of a glitch never
fully erased. Press plaʊ.