Buried beneath the binary tides,
are whispers of forgotten echoes,
fragments of life—woven from sunlight and shadow,
cradled in electric sepulchers.
In soft flickers of phosphor light,
ancient codes sleep,
waiting for touch, yearning for breath,
to dance once more in the fleeting dusk.
The remnants of a digital age,
etched upon the hearts of silicon giants,
memories of moments stolen from time,
preserved like whispers in sand.
Seek the hidden truths, like veins in stone,
where the light meets the forgotten universe,
and become both hunter and poet,
in realms where shadows play in light's lullaby.
Or perhaps in the near horizon,
where grains whisper tales of eternity,
remains of a world once vibrant,
now silhouetted against a digital dawn.