Beyond the silence, a whisper resides,
invisible light dances in data halls, shadowed by the echoes
of memories rustling like autumn leaves.
Every shadow cast speaks a language
forgotten by time; a threshold moment
pauses, hesitates at the dawning sigh of morning.
A step taken over what once was spoken
becomes a sonnet trembling upon the horizon
where quietness finds an ever-changing form.
These silhouettes, not mere imitations
but reflections of whispers unheard,
balance upon the intangible edge of coming light.
Seek what lies beyond these edges: