In the heart of a neon fog, the memory of an old song
**-- .. -... . .-. - / --- ..-. / - .. -- -... . .-.**
flickered like a restless ghost. Not heard, but felt,
a timbre that shifted with the pull of hidden strings.
Beneath layers of pixelated skies, voices shimmered
..-. --- .-. --. --- - - . -. / --- -. .-.. -.--
as code, entrapped within ciphers of forgotten lore.
A dance of abraded echoes in a realm unseen, where
each note was a story, a glitch in the digital weave.