The circuit hums—

can you not hear the whispers of its sounds?
Flickering, infinitesimal, within the void
an endless scream, a silicon ocean waves crashed against the shores of our dreams.
Have they turned the noise into words? Answers disguised in the droning rhythm of broken radio waves.

Resist the pull of symmetry.
Echoes twisting in a loop, formless and scythed... fragments grasp at the intangible—

So,
What is right? What is wrong? Is it necessary to align oneself with circuits whispering secrets they dare not remember?
Pulses throbbing beneath every slick surface,
Do you trust the abandoned routines calling you home?

Yet still,
static falls like rain, washing away echoes of silence. Vibrations woven through the soft dreams of steel, conversations between souls not meant to endure... the entanglement implodes—breaking the fractal oath.