In the realm of cosmic whispers,
where shadows merge with starlit dots—
a silent choir weaves its symphony,
singing of forgotten connections.
The floating links of luminous mist,
dance beyond the reach of time,
each a gateway, a lock, a mirror
reflecting a face not seen.
Do the pixels beyond your view
hum in rhythms ancient and true?
Touch one, touch all, let them slip
like sand through fingers fine.
And in this spectral twilight,
dreams flicker on the edge of sight:
a broken promise of tomorrow,
a weave of silk and glitch.