The morning of the binary dawn,
where whispers of the silicon breeze
caress the ghost in the machine.
In the metaverse meadow,
pixelated dreams sow themselves,
glitching in and out like forgotten words.
The archway of algorithms
stands firm, though fragile
the gateway drifted offline.
Unspoken, yet echoing
through the bandwidth,
trembling numbers hold my gaze.
Beyond the digital footholds,
lands await to be encoded,
yet, in the labyrinth of lines,
my steps falter.
Find your way through the fractal
at whispers-of-wires.html
or lose yourself in spectral.html.