In the void, mechanical whispers assemble. The orbs hover, animate their silent dance of sequences unknown.
Circuits sing to darkness; inputs flicker, outputs obscure, wrapping the observer in a cloak of shadows.
A binary pulse echoes within. Digits conflate into shapes, forms — briefly, alluringly defined.
Golden hues dissolve upon arrival, projected by an unseen projector, harsh yet merciful.
Interaction is the consumable dusk. Touching, marking, instant impact leading to disintegration, a reminder.
Stillness, waiting for the digital rebirth. The pattern unravels, time indifferent, witness disengaged.