Down below, where echoes tremble in synthetic shadows,
a mosaic of thoughts intertwine.
The waves carry whispers from unseen dimensions,
tales of pixels and forgotten truths.
"The mirror reflects nothing," she said,
"Offering instead a glimpse into the void."
In the depths, seekers find solace,
amidst circuitry of dreams.
Each link, an anchor to another realm—
or perhaps, a diverging path.
"Beware the fractions," murmured the drone,
"for they slice the continuum of your being."
Yet, amidst these murmurings, there lies an echo.
More reflections follow: Echoes in Silicon
Transcend the known and wander
the labyrinth of electric whispers.