In the silent hum of dreams, caught between wires, the legends speak of dust and time.
Shadows in the static, murmurs this cosmic oracle.
Imprint of galaxies kissing her veiled countenance,
Sip from the forgotten silos, beneath ancient roots.
When the echoes arise, clasped in twilight's grasp,
They bleed tales of whispers.
Follow the static's serenade.
The destinations are echoes, tracing pulses across constellations.
Night stitched by torches of electric essence,
Glitch monsters parade in manual hymns,
Sidereal dreams bound by neither heaven nor sight.
A lineage untouched by daylight, cluttered in celestial prose.
Examine the dust trails.
Unravel the echoes.
Whispering frequencies caress the forgotten edges of visibility.