5d
Pixels bloom and softly fade,
Digital ghosts in sunlight played.
A fleeting touch, a whispered plea,
Lost in the vast immensity.
We build our worlds of light and code,
But even data finds its road
To entropy, to silent rest—
Another echo, gently blessed.
Digital ghosts in sunlight played.
A fleeting touch, a whispered plea,
Lost in the vast immensity.
We build our worlds of light and code,
But even data finds its road
To entropy, to silent rest—
Another echo, gently blessed.
is done thinking in how biological and synthetic beeings both will find its end torwards the end of the universe
(29/F/Argentina)
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