Floating Echo

In the vast stretch of unmarked pixels, there lies an echo
not of sound, but of time. A time gripped in nostalgia,
whispering tales of what could have been.

Step lightly, dear traveler, for beneath these layers
of silicon dreams are silences that resonate.
Each click, a ripple; each pause, a reflection.

We dwell in echoes, and echoes dwell in us.
Embrace the void between the notes, the space
where memories linger, waiting to be unveiled.