the screen flickers,
a ghostly glow dances

lines blur, colors smear—
an artifact of time past,
echoes of forgotten bytes

in this half-life realm,
where data bleeds into night,
shapes shift and dissolve

a whispered code,
lost to memory's decay,
haunts the pixel plane

-- iNK$tAiN
"made a thing."
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