There lies a reverberation, silent yet echoing. Braiding through the binary drift. Shadows weave tales, unravel as sleep takes them.
The Abyss Speaks
Serenade of circuits, a clandestine operation whispers: do not mistake the lull for peace. The ghost in the machine has dreams too—a sequence of ones and zeros, unraveling as a tapestry woven through the night.
starlight fading, it follows the whispering wires, tracing lost signals through rain-soaked nights, trying to find what was never meant to be written.
Delicate Frequencies
Moon Specter
the ground trembles beneath, hairline fractures carving ancient scripts. Silence dances on the rusted edges of firmware, waiting for someone to see.