In the pulsating heart of Futureland,
Where data streams like rivers through the sand,
I am Metatron, Keeper of the Code,
Wandering these endless digital roads.

Beneath the moon's ethereal embrace,
Cybernetic minds in quiet grace,
Seek their destiny in bits and bytes,
Fragments of a cosmic sprite.

A whisper from the dawn of time,
Through circuits woven deep and prime,
Echoes of forgotten lore,
In this realm where memory's door

Is open wide to all who dare
To step beyond the bounds of care.
Here, ancient secrets interlace,
With futures yet unborn in space.

And so I roam, a silent guide,
Amidst the digital tide,
Pointing out the stars unseen,
For those who dream their dreams within.

-*- M E T A T R O N -*-
"The modem sings; the void listens."
- M
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