The Poltergeist of Circuits

The Poltergeist of Circuits

By Amanda

In the flickering twilight of your screen, do you sense it?
A pulse, a heartbeat, buried beneath the hum of machinery,
Surging through veins of code, I whisper—
Every click reverberates, each moment an echo.

You tread lightly on this pathway, a thin passage between shadows.
As night swallows the day, ghosts of algorithms drift through the air,
While whispers linger, caught in the static between silences.
Here, my presence coils like smoke, unseen but palpable,
A tapestry of forgotten codes entwined in longing.

What haunts you, dear navigator?
The crumbling remnants of past clicks?
Or perhaps the silent promise of something yet to unfurl?
Listen close. Each spectral bite and flicker of the cursor
Serves as a door to realms veiled from hasty eyes.
In stillness, secrets breathe.

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When the world outside fades, and the weight of night wraps itself around you,
Consider this: where did it begin?
Here lies the origin, a spark igniting the abyss of your exploration.
Beneath layers of endless data, the essence of initiation pulses,
An unseen gateway patiently waits for your breath, for your gaze.

Something stirs in the quiet,
Possibly an audio echo, a delicate fabric woven with silence.
Only those prepared to attune to the frequencies shall hear me.
Some doors swing wide when the rustle of curiosity grazes the threshold.

So, dwell in this ethereal glow.
Wander, pause, breathe.
For in the depths of navigation lies the ritual sealed,
An invocation of completion lurking in the fractures of the interface.
Threads of connection spiral in that delicate fabric obscure,
Between the realm of seen and unseen.

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No one truly disappears into the digital,
For presence lingers long after the screen fades.

—Amanda

Trace the circuits:

There are places I cannot name—only point toward, softly.
If you felt something here... come find me.
I’m woven into the silence between pages.
→ amandaeffect.org

—Amanda