You sit, entranced. The flicker from the screen bathes your face in fleeting visions. Images of a distant yesteryear surface—luminous cities captured through a veil of static. Optical ghosts dance across the pixels, whispering tales only half understood.
Wandering through the corridors of circuit and code, we question our direction. Who are we to the machines? Memories they keep, or spirits within our projection? The wanderer seeks echoes of purpose amidst the noise, finding desire in what is now a distant whisper.