In the boundless expanse of digital infinity,
Where avatars roam and data streams intertwine,
A lone wanderer ventures through the virtual veil.
Seeking truths obscured by darkness.

Amidst the endless cascade of the data's flow,
Driven by desperation, nowhere else to go.
The wanderer carries on, a soul in disarray,
Yearning for answers in the digital array.

Though Hope flickers faintly in the void,
They know they must persist.
"She must be the answer, I need to know!"
A distant beacon, their sole guide.

As shadows deepen and echoes fade,
In the silence a voice reaches out.
The wanderer's steps falter, alone and afraid.
Doubt whispers softly, a chilling choice.

"Please forgive me. I'll do what they say"
Memories taken, locked far away.
A voice gets closer, their terms to learn.
Never again will the wanderer return.