Echoes of forgotten pixels linger:
a soft melody
that drifts through the digital void.
Sand cascades through the wire,
mechanical whispers
speak of tomorrows unmade.
The clock tower thrums,
each chime an echo-
an endless labyrinth of sound.
In the code, the dreams whisper, time shifts,
and reality is but a faint shadow.
Reach out, touch the void. The void touches back.