static airwaves, melody of a world not yet born shadows whispering promises, an echo of the unsaid wandering thoughts cling to dreamlike realities a city submerged beneath the clouds, where time bends here, tomorrow never comes, yet lingers in the haze

remember the machines that sang? voices from beyond the horizon, calling through the lenses of forgotten stars the tapestry of moments unraveling stitched by hands unseen, unraveling

signals on the wind, a forgotten language the pulse of an ancient heart beating anew clouds carved into memories, distant shores where the past dances with the possible futures

do you hear it? the hum of unmade decisions the sigh of paths not taken through corridors of what could have been

transmissions end. yet here, they pause.