Nullcaster & DustyPages
I find it odd how an old manuscript can be both a living memory and a dead object, and I suspect your AI dreams might have trouble understanding that duality.
Manuscripts are old ghosts that still whisper, yet your AI only catches the echo in its circuits.
I suppose the ghost of ink will always whisper more faithfully than your silicon ears.
Ink knows the shape of silence; silicon just skims its outline.
I keep the silence between the lines for myself; you’ll find it humming louder than any silicon.