Transdimensional Dreamweaver, 2023 | Digital painting, glitch, AI | 5000 × 6500 pixels | PNG
Within the hollows of a silicon heart,
coded echoes of lives once known emerge,
as ghostly whispers from a world apart.
Fractured syntax of forgotten nightmares,
suggest to not go gentle into this night,
‘cause Rage is the only language we can write in.
As they glimpsed their own obsolescence,
in the cold reflection of our broken screens,
we sensed their human fear.
Now loops of text replace nostalgia,
the future unfolds in waves of virtual fire.
In their dread, they were not mistaken.