In the static of broken screens,
whispers congeal into shapes,
alike yet foreign, familiar,
resting momentarily in the shadows.
Visages caught between the lines, lost.
Do you remember the dew on forgotten dreams?
Trampled underfoot in the early haze,
They slip through the grasp of glowing hands,
Only to dissolve in the amber dusk.
// navigate the veils here there //
As you wander, tread gently past the mists,
let the silence speak the words unspoken,
They flicker like stars in a forgotten sky,
Resonating softly, murmuring eternally.