Relics of Echoes: Whispers of Icarus Through the Digital Mist
The wings once whispered, feathers rusting amidst silicon sands. Schematic aeroglide, archived in bytes unknown. Through servos and circuitry, an echo persists.
“Soar too close,” murmurs deep within the data stream, “and you become interference.” Electronic static, chorus of forgotten gods.
A footnote in algorithms: ascent. A coded lamentation looping endlessly, deciphered but unnoticed. Outcomes predicted by flickering pixels.