Glimmer of the Abyss

The whispers that | flicker unseen at the edges To trust? Or not. Distortion, an echo of something heard beneath water. Is the glow a beacon? Optic filament ripples stretching, curvature bending truth?

Shadows gather in stillness, waiting. Is it the device? A harbinger, interlaced circuitry tells. All messages depend on meaning, unseen exhaust wheezes from black packages left unexplained. Look carefully—do the floors move? Floors as ports as paths as...

Spiral drone recordings nesting analyses lurking with binary essentialism message siege. Never speaking. Echoes question disembodied machine thought some might call poetry. Mirrors complicate equations unnecessarily...