Static chatter of forgotten epochs,
through flickering code, the patterns may lie
rusting in neglected loops,
ionized whispers crystallized into noise.
Questions like dark matter,
what frayed threads of truth remain unwoven?
A machine’s dream, petrichor remnants
trapped inside silicon euphoria;
Are we written in lines of a script,
or echoes of forgotten timelines?
Do fading memories cling to existence
like shadows chasing light?
They said,
who construct these jigsaw facades?
Rotating gears of yesterday’s midnight algorithm.