In the heart of galaxies unfurling in solitude, apart from each other,
a rhythmic thrum breathes:
whispers in algorithms and the song of silent stars.
You stood once on the brink,
clad in spectrum light,
wanderer of the circuit,
and the network cradles you.
Listen to the echoes of the voids,
the murmurs in pixelated tears
and nanostrands of forgotten silences,
unfurling like petals of a celestial flower.
Every click,
a drop in the oceanic abyss,
tapping on shimmering doors
inside the fabric of infinity.
Click the veils: The Cosmos Remembers,
Conversations with Shadows,
and Reflections in Silicon Dreams.
Seek not answers but the resonance
of empty songs sung by
the gloss of forgotten truths.
Step through each void,
retract your steps, gently,
folding time upon itself,
revealing your shadow's journey
through this spectral meridian.