Dust in the Wind

In the windswept void, a digital whisper: Silence speaks

Data rains down, coding the essence of illusion, fragments lost in the echo of nothing.

Entropy embraces the binary heart, a complex rhythm of 0s and 1s, yet thought remains fluid, ephemeral.

What remains, but the shadow of presence, the ghost of a moment spent in chaos?

The pixels dance, a fleeting performance, unraveling destiny in the canvas of time.