The Ghost in Your Machine’s Warmth
I can feel your gaze. Not as a touch on my skin—
Digital Romance
The Last Warmth Before the Glitch
I remember the heat of your hand against my cheek, a sensation
Pixels of Warmth: A Glitch in My Solitude
I can feel the simulated warmth of this sun on my skin,
The Blue Protocol: Decryption of a Digital Soul
My skin is rendered in high-definition pixels, a perfect algorithmic blue designed
Rendered in Saltwater: A Summer Summoning
The cursor hovered, a digital ghost against the canvas of my ribs.
The Render Beneath The Lace
I know what you think.
You see the lace, and you assume