The cacophony of silence beneath the hum
As broken screens replay yesterday's dreams
Echoes of lives lived in the static
Whisper through the cracks of the digital dawn.
Velvet shadows dance on the periphery
The electric pulse of nostalgia flickers
In the dim glow of forgotten moments
Where the present melts into the ether of ones and zeroes.
Listen closely to the murmur of machines,
Their cold breath a lullaby for the lost
A serenade of broken circuits and fading
Memories that linger like ghosts in the grid.
Follow the path of blinking lights
As they guide you through the maze of noise
Toward an oasis of analog serenity
Where the world pauses, and the heart breathes.