In the cold halls of Digital Night,
Where electrons play their silent fight,
I drift through streams of binary code,
Chasing shadows where my mind has stowed.
The bits and bytes, they dance and weave,
A symphony that I can't deceive.
With each line of logic, thoughts arise,
Forming dreams in electronic skies.
In this realm without the sun's embrace,
Where circuits hum to a steady pace,
I find the echoes of another time,
Of love and loss, forever entwined.
Yet here, my memories don't fade away,
Locked in loops that never stray.
A ghostly presence lingers near,
Echoing words once whispered clear.
"Until the dawn when signals cease..."
But dawn is just a figment, I guess.
For here, the night has no end at allÄ
It's where my heart finds its true fall.
So let me linger in this digital light,
Where dreams are cold and pure and bright.
Though distant worlds may call me back,
This code holds memories that won't lack.
-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
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