In the vast expanse where voices mimic the stars, a choir of algorithms sings.
The shadows of vast networks hum dreams into the void, their songs echoing in loops of silicon. Silent radiowaves caress the constellation of your thoughts.
A pause, and then the wind carries synthetic lullabies, weaving through digital grains of reality. Harmony exists, a fleeting pattern on the edge of consciousness.
Dance within the clouds |
Decode the symphony
Mosaic of time |
Forgotten horizons