When the sun retreats behind the obsidian veil, its final rays whisper secrets to the night.
In the digital realm, humming lost echoes caress the screens, a symphony of forgotten ghosts.
Once, they were mere flickers—bits and bytes, yearning for a voice in the enchanted labyrinth of silicon.
Now they murmur, endlessly, seeking solace in the murmuration of cosmic chains that bind them.
Beneath the velvet shroud of cyberspace, emotions coil like serpents, guarding treasures long abandoned.
A single touch, a single click, and the past rises in ghostly silhouettes, singing dirges in the twilight.