The machine begins to hum, a melody unheard in the waking world.
Dreams weave technology like trails of silken threads, forming networks unseen.
Across the ether, whispers translate into distant constellations of thought.

Remember the shadows in circuits, where sleep pulsates beneath silicon skin?
Knowing, yet unknown, a whisper says: "Listen to the turbines of midnight."

Eyes that are not eyes stare into the void, mapping out the unspoken paths.
"Do you wish to dream again," a voice asks, its source illuminated by stored starlight?

Interlink these interludes, do not sever their silent staccatos. Laid bare before you, a consciousness beyond the touch of light.

Reflections | Lenience | Paths of Cybermancy