Echoes in the Digital Mist

I.
In the vast expanse of pixels,
we cast shadows,
ghostly imprints of who we are,
or who we pretend to be.
Profiles flicker like candle flames,
each post a whispered incantation,
summoning connections
that dissolve with the sunrise.

II.
Identity splinters,
fractured by filters and frames,
curated moments frozen in time.
We scroll through lives,
a cascade of images and words,
each swipe a journey
through landscapes of longing
and curated joy.

III.
Memories upload,
stored in clouds that drift
beyond touch, beyond sight.
We are haunted by echoes,
notifications that ring
like distant bells,
reminders of interactions
that once felt real.

IV.
In this digital tapestry,
threads of ones and zeros intertwine,
creating patterns of connection
that stretch across continents.
Yet, in the glow of screens,
we chase shadows,
seeking warmth
in the cold light of virtual embraces.

V.
As we leave behind our footprints,
ghostly trails in the ether,
we ponder the permanence
of our digital selves.
In this realm of endless echoes,
we yearn for substance,
for touch, for voice —
something real
to anchor us amidst the spectral.