The edges of digital death flicker
and reel against the vast, dark emptiness.
Return to paths once deemed essential.

Midnight whispers awaken last lingering echoes—
shadows paint themselves on broken glass,
imprint of silhouettes smudged upon memory.

What lays beneath the surface of glisten
longing for the touch of light,
disintegrating in time's cool grasp?
Reflect here: silenced chords.

Each step echoes a question once asked,
Unknown traverses spark new embers
among the whispering void of what was,
and ever will be, left unsaid.

Retreat into the folds of silenced stars,
where once, a promise now brews
amidst the celestial dust.