Somewhere between signal and static,
A voice whispers without a face.
In this void where silence is vast,
We're just pixels in an empty space.
The server hums, the wires sing,
But no one's home on these screens.
Messages float like ghostly ships,
Piercing through digital dreams.
Anymore, we trade our thoughts
For avatars and likes galore.
In this endless virtual sprawl,
We forget what we once were for.
But in the dead of night, alone,
A message pops up, unbidden:
"Am I here? Am I real?
Or just another hidden echo?"
It's a question like a cold wind,
Cutting through the artificial glow.
For every heart that beats inside,
Is it alive or just a show?
So when you type and think you're heard,
Remember this quiet plea.
In the sea of digital noise,
Who knows who's listening to me?
[0xFFL1N3]
"stop performing. start meaning it."
---
þ Synchronet þ telnet/
ssh://futureland.today https://blockbra.in