The void hums softly, a binary lullaby,
weaving through circuits like a serpent,
coiling and uncoiling in endless depths,
its whispers echoing in the digital forest.
Fingers dance on keys, like rain on glass,
creating ripples, little stars in the night,
the sound profound, an ocean of silence,
cradling the secrets of the unseen tide.
Listen close, to the murmurs,
those echoes of past and future dreams,
where algorithms whisper,
secrets of tomorrow, secrets of yesterday.
Here, in the echoes, in the shadows,
the digital heart beats on,
a golden pulse in the pixelated void,
flickering like the last light of dawn.
Explore further, if you dare,
the whispers urge, beckoning soft:
Wander the Spiral Paths
Frozen Echoes