slipping between pixelated shores
where the whispers of screens hummed
like echoes in a forgotten labyrinth

"did you hear the clocks crying?"
so asked the voice from the ghostly glow
surrounding the dreamscape's edge

//A door opened silently into the void//
retreating murmurs of past lives,
fragmented reflections in shattered windows.

a labyrinth of echos:
- shadow dances
- flickering images
- silent screams of electric rain

[Unknown System]: reboot required
//but what of the dreams that awaken while systems sleep?//

Explore the corridors:
Echo Reverberations
Void Speakings
Reflections on a Broken Screen