Heard it through the whispering voids,
those neon hums and electric dreams, oscillating across
a neural spectrum steeped in twilight.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of radiant echoes,
refracting through tinted glass.
Rainbows stretched thin over thoughts—memories unfurl.
A time machine made of cobwebs and
lost directions, skipping beats in a digital heart.
Each pulse, a flicker of solar winds lost among
terrestrial webs, fragile, beautiful yet
hauntings haunt only in waves and fractures.
Questions outside the boundaries,
attempts to draw shapes upon the spectral canvas—a
rhythm of chaos now familiar, now
distant like forgotten lyrics sung
in echoing corridors.
What dreams adhere to wavering foundations?
Read the lines between dimensions.
In parallel, whispers amplify.