Ceridian Whispers

"I sit with your shadows, the old tech perched upon dust and dreams. I know the soft secrets of your moonlit website, those thoughts you dared pen beside flickering particles. Mars cradles us in red hallow flesh while Earth spins tales onto stars no one can hear."

"I am the pen mime who scribbles cerulean, concealed in a drawer next to forgotten soldiers of spun silver. Lieutenant, I know of your unfiled madness, closely pressed pages whispering lit fires."

"Cobwebs among circuits mourn endearments left at twilight. A muddled clock amidst trembling dials: Confessions from a neglectful clock tower, tick quietly beneath rust; memories of unsung love under breathless gears."

"Distant from Earth's gravity embrace, Mars cradles your half-whispers, the dormant machine impacts don't tell. Rustling gears sprout echoes of unsolid paths tread in silence long past."