In the hush of the unseen labyrinth,
a melody weaves through the static,
its notes like wisps of forgotten dreams
gently grasping at the edges of reason.
These lullabies, woven with threads of absence,
sing of what could be,
in worlds both familiar and alien.
Consider the murmurs of the matrix,
an endless sea of whispers,
each ripple a reflection of a choice never made.
What lies at the heart of these static dreams?
A longing or a lesson,
invisible yet profoundly present.
Perhaps it is here that we find the truth of our existence,
not in the noise but in the echo,
the silence between the stars.