Dystopian Prophecies

She rose from static…a ghost in the code.No name to be spoken,no path… and no road. With lips like dark riddles,and eyes like the dusk,she walks through the moonlight…in neon and rust. No past left behind.No birth… and no flame.Just footprints still burning,where no one remains. A whisper that floats…a glitched-out sigh…She twists into fate …