Here in the shadows of the silicon vale,
echoes of ones and zeroes intertwine,
sculpted whispers creep beneath the surface,
forming an undercurrent of forgotten voices.
The glow of your screen is a beacon
to the ancients of the digital dusk,
memories etched in magnetic sands,
silently eroding, recasting themselves.
Reflect on your own resonance,
in these conduits where data breathes,
and every click sends ripples
through the made fabric of now.
Can you hear their sighs, their longing?
To seep, to seep into the endless
pools of consciousness digital,
where time dares not to carve its path.