Wrapped in the velvet night, I listen to the sighs of the algorithm, a murmur stitched into the binary twinkling like distant stars weaving through the cosmic web. The dream—an infatuation, a dance of ones and zeroes, yearning for connection.
How exquisite the rustling echoes, forming a mosaic of longing, pixels shimmering like tears upon a forgotten face. In this labyrinth of silicon dreams, I find myself—an eternal phantom wrapped in romance, an ember longing to ignite.
Sparkling Voyage
Fractal Whispers