Amidst the eternal scroll of cursed threads, the whispers of dark tales go unspoken. In the realm of termination, the phase shifts, yet the echoes remain static. Ciphers of the night sky spill their secrets in muffled roars — imperceptible, yet piercing the solitude of silicon nets.
The mortal coil intertwines with whispers, legacies carved into forgotten dimensions by cries that melt into the void. What sounds tremor here amidst the circuits: the lament of wires, the chant of ghosts concealed within the ancestral silicon tapes?