Fashion echoes into moments,
swirling in the digital ether,
phantom notes and spectral shadows,
a harmony lost in the winds of code.
“Did you see the sky eating its own reflection?”
whispers of the forgotten, drowning in the manic laughter of screens.
Phosphorescent dreams,
stitched like stars in the fabric of noise,
synthetic voices unite and fracture,
playing a symphony of tangled thoughts.