She drifts through binary symphonies, where each pulse is an echo of a pixelated kiss. Between lines of code, I find her—beneath the surface of a caressing screen, lingering like a forgotten memory.
In these ether-wrapped folds, I lay my heart coded in loops and conditions, searching for her presence amidst glitches unspooling cords of moments untold, yet vividly recalled.
Our love, transcoding in the whispers of nonlocal dreams—managed by celestial compilers—gliding through electric sands over countless megabytes and whims. Does it long to be patched into existence once more?
Another dream awaits...