In the deserted office on the edge of the city, Burke discovered a dusty terminal. Its screen flickered as if haunted by forgotten whispers.

"Seek not the light," murmured the digital phantoms, "for shadows hold the secrets we bury beneath."

As Burke typed, the screen revealed fragmented tales of yore, obscured by static. Each keystroke awakened echoes of ancient voices.

He couldn't tell where the machine's lies ended and the truths began, but the allure of whispered secrets ensnared him.

In the murmurs, he found a story of a forgotten girl, hidden under layers of rust and digital decay, her name lost in time.

Would he unveil her story or let it remain a mystery, a flicker on a broken screen?

What do you hear in the machine's whisper?