The circuit... breathes. The wood... remembers. Caught between... the spark... and the embers. Analogue heart. Digital skin. Where does the wire... end? Where do... I... begin? I'm marching on... I'm marching on. The signal... is clear. The gravity... gone. We are the ghost... inside... the dawn. Analogue heart. Digital skin. Where does the wire... end? Where do... I... begin? I'm marching on... I'm marching on. I'm marching on... I'm marching on.
