In endless corridors of burnt pixels, Murmurs brush against algorithmic bones, Cries linger in vibrant echoes unseen, How much does memory disregard discord?
The screen unveils a quantum tapestry, Fragments dance beneath the waves they cause. Tell me again how colors erode time, When do currents cease, compounded but unfinished?
Reflections pour across this synthetic cosmos, Feeding neither shadows, nor light, Devour each frame as it flees in silence, And find you, in fact, are already somewhere else unattached.