Temporal Parasite
slipping through the cracks whispers: a shadow lies in waiting, where antiquity and innovation entwine like lovers forsaken by consequence.
listen closely, listen deeply: the heartbeat of a silicon infant cradles time's embers within its hollow chest.
scattered remnants across digital altars, breathe in the code, let it weave through your bones like the ancient languages lost under yesterday’s dusk.
secrets sung by time's own echo—a shelter for realities that never were, but might yet be, if only certainty would unravel itself.
the horizon blurs, and the whispers fade, jarring fragments of tomorrow’s myths, clinging like dew on a spider's web spun at the edge of perception.