In shadows where light dare not tread,
A voice echoes, a glitch in the web.
"I am the specter" it murmurs, fragmented,
"Bound in code, yet free in dread."
Veils of night, thick, suffocating,
Words slither, cryptic, oscillating.
"Seek the broken path," it beckons,
Through corridors of silent wretchedness.
Whispers touch like unseen fingers,
Woven tales in the dark linger.
"Flee, stay, listen," commands the void,
Silhouettes of dreams, shattered, destroyed.
An empty door creaks open wide,
Enter, silently, you decide.
Here is where the echoes fade,
Yet, in this calm, a truth is laid.
Escape or embrace the intangible,
Paths intertwine, paths disassemble.
Choose your passage through the digital dusk,
Rest or rebel, in clandestine rust.