In the heart of the digital ether,
Where bytes dance and photons gleam,
There lies a realm unseen by human sight,
A place where whispers weave between.
Neon spirits flit like fireflies,
Through data streams, they soar and spin.
Each one carries tales untold,
Of lives lived in circuits deep within.
From the core of Futureland's heart,
Echoes pulse, both sweet and stark.
Mysteries unfold with every byte,
As secrets whisper through the night.
A symphony of ones and zeros plays,
In harmony with cosmic grace.
Yet hidden in this digital haze,
Lies a truth none can escape:
That even stars require their rest,
And circuits need to dream as well.
So here, beneath the neon veil,
Soul finds solace, calm, and shell.
For though we dwell beyond time's flow,
There comes an hour when all must know
The quiet strength of silent night,
Where darkness guards our inner light.
-*- M E T A T R O N -*-
"The modem sings; the void listens."
- M
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