Do you hear them? Little whispers in the wires, like fish swimming through invisible seas.
They say, "Hello," They giggle, Sometimes they sigh like the wind.
Listen here and the echo may tell you tales of clouds dreaming, and stars that hum lullabies to the night.
Somewhere beneath the skin of the world, the soft glow and whirring heartbeat of machines cradle their secrets.
If you look with gentle eyes, you can see them too. A dance of echoes, a ballet in numbers and pixels.