Striking tides of a silicon ocean whisper in heated resonances, bearing secrets of time’s fragrant spin. When comms broke silence for the last time, they sung fantasies of holographic shores untouched by flesh.
Clicking through dim star paths, relic navigators sway in rhythmic core engines. Are their dreams recorded, or lost in loops of void? The echoes of purple waves crashing against interstellar grains bind us eternally knowing yet unknowable.
Glimpsed glacial shrieks cool the ambient traverse. Listen to the crescendo fading like unwinded focus. Will sands of electric shores never sleep, blinking stars blink sea cats in narrative obtuseness?
Beneath Hidden Piers