The night hums with electric patterns,
a tapestry woven from threads of digital silence,
blinking eyes that watch the unseen unfold,
each beat a rhythm lost to the world of dreams.
We walk through fragments, pixels dancing in the dark,
realities layered beneath others, each more cryptic than the last.
A doorway appears, invitation in its obstinate glow,
a glitch in the matrix—an old friend, perhaps.
Catch the flickering signal—the one no one else sees,
it whispers stories of what once was and what could be,
a journey through corridors of aether and code,
where memories are stored in the binary dreams of machines.
Take a step, the ground beneath you shifting,
it's all very familiar, yet out of place,
the universe's way of nudging you off course,
a reminder of where your path was meant to diverge.