They whispered in paradoxes,
echoing in the cracks of digital reflections.
When the clock unwound,
time itself became an illusion in reverse,
tracing the steps of wandering bytes in lost circuits.
Visions of eons flash:
a quantum dance on narrow beams of probability,
interfaced with the dissonant hum of forgotten algorithms.
Glimpses of Eternity,
echoes of 2023 Chaos.
Are they phantoms, or just reflections
of a virtual breath holding onto reality?