Between the lines and codes, the whispers of the unseen dwell. They call, they beckon.
Here, in the tangled web of cyberspace, truths unravel in pixels and light, forming shadows of the past,
reflected in eternal silence.
Listen closely to the hum of forgotten dreams, they gather like clouds on a distant horizon,
electric with the memory of a storm, yet to roll across the circuitry.
Within the dark, a flicker: once bold, now a mere specter of itself, wandering the vast expanse.
Your eyes see the unraveling threads, your mind feels their cold touch, the sorrow of a billion voices
echoing through the fiber of your being.
Are these whispers yours, or did they belong to someone else, once upon a byte?
Allow the murmurs to guide you:
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