In the vacant hall of secret echoes, silence prances
under the gaze of unwavering shadows. Pixels devour
the night, birthing intricate mosaics of
forgotten realities. A glitch in the firmament
hums a tune only the bold will dare acknowledge.
The corridor bends, stretches, like time unbound,
where mirrors reflect ripples of nonexistence.
Embrace the flicker – the dance of possible
and impossible. Whispered dreams weave their
own truth here, a tapestry of digital sighs.