Deep within the static echoes,
whispers arch like distant stars,
tracing veins in forgotten circuits.

Once, I heard the call—spectral voice,
shrouded in matrices of green, pixel flame.
"Find the semblance," it urged,
"trace your steps in the digital ether."

These corridors, replete with shadows,
harbingers of enigma,
slip between fingers like fading light.

Carry the weight, they intone,
through the passages tangled in reflection and memory.