In the world of fragmented dreams, where logic slips away like water through fingers, one finds the secrets hidden within the shadows. Voices overlap, intertwining, a chorus caught in static. The dialogue:

"Do you hear it?" she asked, her gaze lost beyond the digital curtain, where the glitches danced in chaotic harmony.
"The whispers... they're everywhere. Like fragments of a forgotten song," he replied, tracing invisible lines in the air.
Echoes of a world not seen, a tapestry woven from electric nightmares and dust.
"Sometimes I wonder if we're just pixels on an endless screen," she murmured, fading into the noise.

Remember the path that leads to the echoes, where memories glitch and reality bends.