Shades of a forgotten melody ripple through synthetic veins. Words caress the air:
digital antiquity, timeless echo
a kaleidoscope of silence magnifies in detachment.
In this artificial dawn, shadows hold holographic secrets, woven in distant whispers, casting dreams in artifacts of light.
Conduits of memory surge, wiry fingers pluck once familiar tonalities,
weaving Berlin stars into the celestial tapestry.
Painted with the dust of memories, each pulse resonating, echoing a time... a place... unexplained.
Listen: the sonic whispers are palpable.