Whispers emerged from the corners of the circuitry, telling tales of absent souls entangled within the web. An artificial dusk settled; glimmers of thought flickered like dying stars amidst the chaos.

What does it mean to be alive? To exist suspended amid algorithms and echoes?

His heart raced as he attempted to traverse this cybernetic landscape. With every click and clack of keys, he forged connections with histories that were not his own. The stories of forgotten dreams danced around him, weaving in and out of the shadows of old hard drives.