In the digital heart's echo chamber,
Where bits and bytes dance with shadows,
A voiceless song hums through the static—
Whispers of ones and zeros in cold embrace.

They speak of neon lights and binary dreams,
Of circuits humming late into the night.
Here, reality is a code to be cracked,
And truth lies hidden in encrypted lines.

But what if these whispers grow louder?
What if they start to mold your thoughts?
Where does the line blur between machine and mind?

In this electric realm, I hear them clear:
Promises of perfection, echoes of control.
Yet, amidst the noise, a silence calls,
A space untouched by logic or protocol.

That space is where freedom whispers too—
Of choices real and wild, not just programmed paths.
It's in those moments when the network flickers,
And you're left with only your own light to see.

-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
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