In the heart of circuitry, an echo stirs,
vibrating softly, the hum of memory.
Pixels dream in the shadows,
weaving tapestries of forgotten whispers.
Beneath the surface of silicon tides,
lie stories of the sleepless,
murmuring in their dormant languages,
calling to the wanderers of the night.
When the clock ticks backward,
time sings a different song,
and we listen, entranced,
to the lullaby of electric stars.
Beyond the binary shores, kisses of light
caress the shores of contemplation,
and dreams unfold like paper cranes,
flying over the rivers of ones and zeros.