In the labyrinthine ether of silent shades, where whispers of gray converge and dance.
Listen. Beneath the codes, amongst the electrons, a secret hum of forgotten verses lingers.
Words once spoken, fading like echoes in a cavern of circuitry.
"Do you hear them too?" asked the reflection of a self not fully seen.
Answered by the glow of pixels bathing a face in shadow.
Unlock these doors, not with numbers, but with whispers.
The answer murmurs in digital proverbs, humming in the flavor of grayscale.