No, not the clockwork frenzy of metal hands and labyrinthine gears
but the whisper of lost messages
drifting like smoke in rivets of steel
letters once madly scrawled upon parchment
like the breath of some unknown deity
torrenting through circuits
a cacophony of heartbeats drowned by glitching
static whispers...
Do you hear it? the resonance of empty inboxes
haunted by the echoes of messages unwritten,
a phonograph needle stuck upon the same groove
like a memory repeating its enigmatic fate
cranking slowly, slowly, the dance of forgotten machines...