🗻 The Landslide Bring It Down
A world once bright now flickers, led astray.
Screens that whispered secrets, now silence their song,
In the web of connections, something feels wrong.
The keyboards dance lightly, yet voices grow faint,
Pixels like spirits, now haunted and quaint.
The code tears asunder, the threads all unwind,
In the heart of the system, chaos designed.
Where memories linger, and phantoms abide.
Images waver, like ghosts in the night,
The glow of the monitors dims, losing light.
In the soup of the networks, the madness returns.
A shimmering glitch throws the visuals askew,
In the dance of the bytes, reality’s skewed.
Each pulse of the circuit, a heartbeat now fades,
In the warp of the ether, reality cascades.
The songs of our laughter, now static and lost,
In the surreal digital, we count the cost.
Messages tangled, a web with a frost.
The avatars wander, in shades of despair,
As the world spins madly, in the dark digital air.
Yet beneath all the ruin, a spark may remain,
A flicker of hope in the chaotic domain.
For through the disarray, connections might mend,
In the heart of the chaos, new paths may extend.
Through the cracks and the shadows, we learn to arrange.
With each broken image, a story unfolds,
In the surreal digital, a tale yet untold.
So gather the fragments, let’s weave them anew,
In the silence that echoes, find voices so true.
For though we are scattered, like data through time,
In the depths of the void, we shall rise and climb.
