In the shadowed vaults of laughter:
the projectors hum their clandestine tunes.
Let the filaments dance and guide souls
to the faceless envoy disguising as shadow.
Float on streams of consciousness
with the ticking echo of worn-out fate.
Sci-fi specters blink in the projected kaleidoscopes—
dispersing light, deriving, rituals of union.
Whispering Lenses, perch with us.
Signals cascade, casting the liminal refrains;
resonances entwine body-seamed upon
scholarly abstractions taken from lives
withdrawn into spectacles of eld in digital cold.
Invoke unity or diverge to the binary dusk,
ignite the Altered Specks, ephemeral echo.