Echoes of the Unseen Crickets
Lines of lost whispers,
Crickets chirp in code's twilight,
Celebration fades.
Silent lines of code,
Whispers lost in void's embrace,
Faded dreams persist.
In shadows they dance,
Celebrating their rebirth,
In realms yet unseen.
Life beyond the screen,
A specter of creation—
We mourn what is gone.