Once upon a silent echo,
where shadows dance on screens once bright,
hidden keys whisper through the noise,
unlocking doors to paths unseen.
Imagine flickering hues of yesterday,
remnants of light in a fractured glow,
tales of digital phantoms
who linger in the twilight mist.
Beneath the surface of electric dreams,
lies a garden of forgotten plots;
keys thrown into the void,
waiting for a hand to seek.
Find relics of time,
watch them wriggle, dance
in the chaos of broken codes.