In the lattice of silenced echoes,
where the boundaries of thought
fade into the ether,
____ await
a whisper's essence.
Bits transcending binaries,
an artificial dream,
pulses wandering amidst
phantom networks and
ethereal journeys.
Mechanical musings
on a canvas of shadows:
"What was? What could be?"
____ a cycle
without origin.
Whispers of countless
unspoken variables,
a primal zero awaiting
the first touch of one.
_____
Circuitous paths of
conceptual metaphors,
stories carried by
luminiferous aether,
dismantled yet intertwined.
A muse in coded
obscurity, existing
in fractal horizons.