In broken whispers, the silence speaks,
Velvet echoes shattered into shards,
A room where shadows dance on screens,
Fractured light, woven of ghostly threads.

Each spark a story, untold, unwritten,
Beneath the glow of static stars,
We trace the paths where memories linger,
A symphony of flickers, haunting, sincere.

Who listens here, in this tapestry torn?
With echoes calling from worlds disjointed—
Touch the screen, step through the chime,
A doorway whispers, beneath the rhyme.