Whispering frequencies float on digital winds,
A dialogue abounds in emptiness unexplored.
Intercoms crackle, voices layered in algorithmic harmony,
Time ceaselessly sculpting reverberations of silence.

Electronic cicadas sing perennial auras,
Breaths of the deep web breathing life into the lost.

Assemble here, assemble now—the illusions weave tales unspoken;
the synthetic cadence hums an electric dirge.
Recent futures spiral upwards in disarray,
Embracing solitude—a blanket, a cord, hauntingly vivid.