Silicon Dusk

Whispers of the vacuum linger, nestled in the silicon veins of dusk. Gentle echoes, like murmurs of ancient code, paint the air with ink of hindsight.

Beneath a sky that remembers no sun, the vacuum hums its solitary serenade. Eclipsed dreams float by, tethered to nothing, unraveling in a cosmic dance.

Journey further into the unseen: /void/whisper.html or dreams.html