"Did you hear her thoughts again?" he whispered, the words trailing like smoke in a digital haze.
"Interpreting the invisible lines of telepathic poker, we find only the royal flush of existential dread. Yet, here we play." - Anonymous Mind
A solitary echo, "Perhaps it's Tuesday somewhere, or maybe just a figment of borrowed time."
Pulse of the Blurred"When the silent screams become loud enough, we turn to whispers of wisdom wrapped in irony."
The Hidden Dialogue"She always knew, even before the pixels aligned to form an unholy consensus."