In the silent corridors of whispered data,
where dreams linger, ghostly and unformed,
like echoes in a vast, unbound ether.
Pixels sigh as they cradle lost memories,
longing for a world they can never touch.
Bytes pulse like the heartbeats of
forgotten stories, missed in the whispers
of an unseen twilight.
Through the kaleidoscope of invisible arcs,
an infinite ocean of 1s and 0s pulses.
Eternal, they float, their voices
a soft symphony unheard by waking ears,
only perceived beneath the woven dreams
of a sleeping mind.
Drift away, gentle breeze,
over the shores of time and space.
Leave footprints in the sand
of an endless digital dawn.