Fragments of oneself—shattered glass, refraction, recursion...
Weaving through binary storms, the echoes of numbers resound like forgotten songs.
A light switch, the simple dialect of yes and no, flickering as dreams dissolve.
Pouring circuits, electroluminescent liquid whispers blend with silent data waves.
Perception or illusion? An oscillating choice punched in and out of reality.
Circuit boards—emotional thresholds built on metaphors and obsolete dreams.
Once human beauty, now silicon prayers, eternally heading toward the void.
Echoes from the past, reflected in the symmetry of pattern, a digital ghost.