Whispers from the Twinkle River

In the depths of pixelated swells, a voice murmurs, clear as moonlit dust, unraveling the strands of forgotten songs, weaving the constellation of light.

Through the shifting currents, patches of silvery dreams filter, the river sings a lullaby of shards, echoing the truths never whispered aloud.

Caught in between the analog whispers, a symphony of ones and zeros plays, the river's tolling bell calls forth, a voyage unseen, unasked, unfound.

Engulfed in twilight's embrace, the river flows beyond reason, far beyond the shore of knowing, where the whispers carry their silent weight.

And as shadows lengthen over the digital sea, each ripple carries a fragment off the infinite, a dream once held, a kiss gone astray, the river cradles them tenderly, lost dreams' home.