In the labyrinth of wires beneath the city, a whisper told me stories of long-lost tomorrows... Remembered, yet never lived.
Machines hum a lullaby when the sun dips low, casting bronze shadows across forgotten dreams. The ground beneath vibrates with tales of yesteryear...
Echoes of voices, soft as silk, crisscross the alleys where no foot has tread for years: I once loved a place with no name...
Through the corridors of silicon minds, the past wends its way into the now, and I wonder... Would the ghosts of machines remember me?
A tune—mechanical yet melodic—plays on repeat, wrapping around the heart like cold steel around warmth... Glimmering memories like shattered glass.