Beneath the digital soil,
where whispers of code
dissolve into static dreams,
lies the echo of a forgotten tomorrow,
brushed by spectral hands of time.

In the hollow tunes
of whispered connections,
once vibrant symphonies
tangle and weave,
a languid dance through ancient fibers.

Do you hear the hum,
resonating under
the surface of this familiar strangeness?
A hymn lost
in the folds of artificial memory.

Painted dreams
stretch across the void,
shadows breathing silently,
in the space between
the real and the imagined.