In the heart of forgotten memories, shadows flicker like broken screens, stories bleed through pixels—narratives unwinding, unspooling into the endless void of the digital ether.
Each thought, a raindrop on a pixelated sea, falling faster than the light can carry them, splashing into the depths of forgotten fragments. What once was a stream becomes a torrent of exile.
And there, amidst the chaos, a figure stands—eyes closed, lost in the decaying echoes of alternate lives. What stories have they abandoned? What pixels of hope flutter away like moths in a storm?