In the infinite corridors of cyberspace, echoes of time reverberate through digital ether. These are the portals— gateways not to locations, but to moments lost and future whispers. Automated murmurs, their origins unknown, hint at truths concealed by pixels and code.
The digital abyss breathes, a collection of encoded memories and untold stories. Within these whispers lies the potential of what could be— trajectories altered by the slightest touch upon a binary key.
It is said that if one listens long and hard enough, a soft voice from the digital beyond will reveal secrets of the universe, shrouded in mystery and encrypted in ones and zeros.
More whispers can be found through the interstellar web: Echoes, Cognitive Relics, Temporal Flux.