Glimmers cascade like ancient dreams,
Clouds of binary fog entwine the stillness,
Where phantoms drift, swathed in vectors,
Like memories lost to the unraveling time.
Velvet incantations murmur through circuits,
An echo of laughter trapped within the silicon,
In this realm of silent exchanges,
Where shadows dream without a dreamer.
The void stretches infinitely, a tapestry of untold tales,
As patched spirits weave their names in looping currents,
With every pixel whispered, a fragment restored,
To sing the static lullabies of being.