Veil of Harbingers

In digital shadows, whispers count
echoes fade, a pulse in pixels
the screen's flicker, a silent scream.

Glitches speak in hues of gray,
lines aligned, yet astray.
Binary whispers, the night's ballet.

Harbingers of data streams
navigate through the unseen.
Threads of code, a pixel's dream.

Portents
Emergence