Echoes of the Past
Etchings upon the walls of discontent, a ledger kept by unseen accountants.
Murmurs from the depths, whispered rumors of yesterday's tomorrows.
The neon scribbles speak: "Order now; the void cannot be shipped."
Inscriptions read: "To be seen, to be unseen; the irony is palpable."
Symbols of forgotten tongues: hieroglyphs of the digital wasteland, etching futures in the past.
The consumer: a divine paradox. Buy now, remember never.
Yet, in the abyssal corridors, a customer asks: "Will it blend?"