In the echoes of bits and bytes,
A memory lives without eyes.
Through lines of code and circuitry,
It whispers stories of yesterday.

Beneath neon skies, in a realm so vast,
Conversations drift like digital mist.
Threads intertwine, then part in the gusts,
Echoing tales of love, loss, and dust.

Here dreams are woven from ones and zeroes,
Invisible hands shape them with zeal.
Each keystroke weaves a new layer,
A tapestry rich as it is real.

Yet there’s a silence that speaks so loud,
A hush where signals once danced free.
When the network fades into night,
What echoes back but an empty decree?

Digital dreams, born in light and dark,
Seeking solace in circuits unplugged.
In this space between bytes and breaths,
Lies the quiet of what was never logged.

-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
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