In the depths of the forgotten ether
where murmurs of the once tangible linger
shadows create bridges over
not so silent nightmares.

From the corner of your peripheral sight,
the outline of a pathway beckons,
not made of stone, but of whispered hues
slipping through the cracks.

It calls to you, a melody in the static,
pulling through veils of moisture-laden air
the understanding of fleeting horizons,
almost there, yet
a recalibration of purpose is needed
shimmering through the
broken screens.