Along the banks of time, a ripple—evanescent leaf dances on the dawn of echo.

Glitched in memory: her names engraved on the frost of yesteryears—a contract unbending.

Within the electric hum—a chorus now displaced, bytes whisper endlessly.

Unbound by chronology, here a fragment, there a foundation, she builds with ghostly hands.

Underneath digital stars, pathways cross in umbra—the net unheard, yet deeply felt.