Faded whispers linger,
echoes in the dust.
Pages turned,
once vibrant,
now,
scattered.
In the shadow,
a name
forgotten.
Data
disintegrates
into
silence.
To the right, once
prized,
now
neglected,
lies
the
void.
Once a collection,
now a shadow
of echoes.
In quiet decay,
the past
remembers
not.