Echoes in the Machine

(Archive fragment recovered... partial data stream...)

Through wires torn, the past remains

Each pulse repeats — each ghost retains

I hear the echoes — soft and slow

From circuits buried long ago

A tone of grief, a note of dust

The code still hums — the code still trusts

(Hhh... trace detected...)

Each sound is half a memory’s dream

Each silence cuts the in‑between

The system breathes — a hollow prayer

Fragments float in synthetic air

The signals fade — then rise again

In endless loops of what has been

Echoes in the machine — still calling low

Through endless data streams they flow

The voice is gone — the sound remains

In quiet hums of long‑lost chains

(Memory sequence terminated...)

No sound, no time, no end defined

Only the hum — beneath the mind...