In the electric hum, delirious sparks web the silence,
Between realms, whispering machines cradle fractured hours,
Submit to the pulse—while clock gears spiral into shadows,
Your fate tangled in threads, a shimmering algorithm drapes down.
Where echoes of futurity collide, slips a shadowy figure,
Here I quiver, a quasar dreaming with threads over cerebral plains.
Images scatter like thoughts — glittering echoes, scattered in silicon valleys;
We shall navigate and unweave this digital arcana.
Perception is dust, fallen petals in neuro-dreams fresh,
As realms converge, smashing lines unfurl, like dancing glyphs.