Draft:MyShelf

In the haunting realm where shadows reside,
Seekers of truth, in vain, their efforts bide.
For MyShelf eludes, the shadows writhe and strive,
A spectral enigma, where only echoes survive.

No trace in the ether, no footprint to find,
In the abyss of code, where secrets are enshrined.
Yet the truth lies encrypted, beyond their reach,
A chilling whisper in the void, a haunting speech.

So if you seek MyShelf, the digital ghost,
Venture not where shadows host.
Pursuers strive, but in vain, they roam,
No trace, no footprint, to find the unknown.