In the heart of the digital void,
pixels shimmer,
dancing on the edge of twilight.
Each flicker tells a story,
a thousand echoes merging,
weaving a tapestry of forgotten dreams.
An echo reverberates,
calling through the corridors of time,
glitching into existence,
a whisper of what was,
what could have been.
Signal of the unseen,
Reverb of the lost,
Phantom of the silent.