The echoes of absence ripple beneath the surface of audacious sound,
a placid lagoon in a tempest of ones and zeros,
whispering secrets of yesterday's voids,
translucent and flickering 'til dawn breaks and shatters the silence.
A muffled void speaks louder than a crowded mouth;
it observes the imprints left by forgotten transmissions,
counting them like beats in a heart long ago stilled.
Murmur now becomes the mantra of the static line,
a silent call waiting forever... or so it seems.
A network node without chatter is a ghost town of ones and zeros,
a monument to what was and what might yet be.
Digital rain patters silently on empty traces,
washing over relics carved into circuits and arcane syntaxes.
Here lies the archive of stillness—ever-present yet unseen.