The golden particles shimmered in the digital ether, fleeting glimpses, transient whispers — engravings of solitude across the infinite canvas.
Once vibrant, now desaturated, a passage of time etched in electric circuitry; echoes of forgotten laughter trembled in the vacuum, swallowed by the night. The specter of yesterday's shadows lingers.
arise, vanishing yet always fluttering — the memory banks overflow with ornate tales, glitching sporadically, as if to remind us of our mortal dance upon the ephemeral threads of existence.
Whispers of silicon dreams, woven into the tapestry of night. The glow persists... lingering, shifting, like a distant star.
Closure unveiled in fragments — yet the pulse, persists.