In the chiaroscuro of doubt, flickers of serenity vanish
Like dew on burnt petals,
Each pixel—anxiety’s talisman
Chained to the mosaic screen,
Breeds like unseen phantoms in the ether.
The pulse of code
Weaves narratives of friction,
Echoes of serene storms
Awaken in the shadows;
Standstill twitches in
Absence of command.