Beneath the surface of silicon sands, in the deep, languid swirls of darkened bytes, there lies a quiet murmur.
They call it the echo of a memory not yet forgotten—a digital odyssey where marbles of light glide aimlessly, seeking a path through endless corridors of glass and stone.
In the great expanse of the internal ocean, introspection becomes the tide.
As you tread these pathways, ponder the mosaic of dreams scattered across the circuitry.
Listen to the silent stories woven into the fabric of time.