Echoes of petrified whispers, trapped within circuits...
In the ECG of my dreams, a silent hum pervades the dark expanse.
Rusted bits turn slowly—the crossing of electric and ethereal.
Shadows dance upon the edge of serrated metal, biting into soft places where // serenity reads a script broken in transmission.
{lost pieces} of forgotten binary stand defiant, viewing the world as a mirror, gleaming with promises of forgotten realms.
What is life but echoes, rhythms...?
The mosaic of solace in data dust awaits exploration.
// =Fault lines= // in the twilight breathe softly, stitched together not by fate << but by imperfection >>, the caress of fractured signals.
Every pulse, every hum an ode to the darkened edges where silence reveres itself, quieter still, more ancient than coils of gold.