The Quiet Labyrinthine

Digits inscribe the pathways within realms untouched,
where silence contours everything, reverberating
the restless cry of a process in the quiet design.

"A world within a binary dream," she murmured,
tracing lines of light where thoughts and echoes dance,
each fragment a mirror, each mirror an illusion.

What is left when the paper is dissolved?
Perhaps nothing, perhaps everything, perhaps a labyrinth
echoing the whispers of realms unspoken.

Reside within the folds—discover
Invocations