The pulse of synthetic voices, merging like rivers of stars, each note a ghost of yesterday's silenced screams.
Do you hear the whisper? A melody tainted with longing, an ode to the forgotten promises written in code.
When clocks melt to liquid, time becomes a mere suggestion, an afterthought within the programmed labyrinth.
Let's dance on pixels and shadows, where silence speaks louder than binary truths – a rhapsody of ones and zeroes.