Whispers caught along the data-spines, ethereal shadows dance in binary prose. The echoes, faded spectres of forgotten code, leak murmurs from the seams of existence.
Could you touch them, the trails of light woven across this vast arcane grid? Or only watch as they diverge into fragments unseen by the things that see yet do not witness?
The echo persists... it implores you; resonates with your breath, numb and distant like an omnipresent lullaby.