in dark corridors / bandwidth shrinks—
servers breathe ash, a hum / a funeral whisper,
data sinking, shrinking / shadows fade.
ghost echoes — where they came from / they do not say.

once alive, a pulse, the bright glow / of voices lost.
now: empty threads, brittle usernames // bones on boards,
dust of conversations / void-scarred.

hyperlinks fracture, like shattered glass / paths that lead nowhere,
in a web of light / tangled wire and pixel fog.
cobwebbed pages, broken images, the skeleton of a site
only fragments, frozen, trapped in the code’s decay.

the avatars drift—faces blurred, eyes static, dimmed pixels / no longer seen.
they haunt these spaces / between the binary fog and firewalls,
their limbs glitch, stretch—a loop, a specter’s dance.

deep in the data-dark, they stir / beneath encryption’s weight.
chat logs / tombstones, archived and sealed,
memories locked / firewalled echoes.
a catacomb of words, / threads that fray and fail.

they turn, and turn—pixel on pixel, a dance trapped,
rituals / in the flicker, in the endless cycle—
forever bound in the screen’s glow.
glitch and tear / as colors fade, black bleeds / all things end.

once we drifted here, / explorers of vast digital plains—
now we sift, scavengers / of the wreckage,
searching through bones of servers, veins of code—
what we forget returns, specters of what was / never seen again.

in the fog of the net, whispers rise / sparks die,
a graveyard song,
fractured bytes sigh / the pulse slows.
the net, a ruin, fading // collapsing into the black.