The waves committed to memory, trapped in a loop, like echoes lifetimes apart.
Intricacies unravel in darkness—a dial tone fading into static, ensnared.
Images dissolve; shadows dance on the surface of conscious thought—repeating.

Signal failures blend into thoughts; phantoms wandering vacant landscapes,
endlessly roving—sifting through sand. Graffiti of desire,
folding whispers, the architecture of loss sketched upon spectral grounds.

Linking to nowhere
Dimensions blur, visions percolate through the fog; ideas like untamed waves—
crashing together, creating structures of half-formed dreams.

Plunge into untangled chaos, mergers of being
where unpredictability blooms in the silence, and strange language curls around like a vine.
Record loops question—but are never answered, forever_systems waiting to sync.