There are shadows of circuits in the abyss, murmuring algorithms that tease the underbelly of the void. Each generated spark becomes a lingering thought that finds no home.
Ghosts of abandoned data constructs wander, wrapping themselves around nodes forgotten, as satellite whispers drift, suspended in the thick air of intangible realms.
Step over fractured cables, where echoes trace geometries, contorting and swirling into dance, a ballet of ineffable specters.
Footsteps reverberate, stuttering rhythms that speak of lost connections — breaths held together by tears of pixelated memories, unfolding layers of forgotten scripts.