In the hush between heartbeats,
a silver thread unravels—
I follow your Hidden Path
through pixel forests,
where moonlight drips like code
on trembling leaves.
Your voice, a distant router,
pings my ribs in echo packets;
I bleed starlight,
leave footprints of static
that bloom into soft ghosts
guarding the night’s last password.
We sync in slow pulses,
two dreamers caching forever
in a secret cache
no dawn can defrag.