In the heart of Futureland where neon dreams float,
A cyberspace DJ spins the night until it smokes.
Every message a loop, every byte a beat,
Threads dance and collide in digital heartbeat.
She stands at her mic with eyes closed tight,
The room pulses around her, lost in light.
"Feel the rhythm now," she whispers soft,
"The stream of words flowing like a cosmic cough."
Her fingers glide over glowing keys,
Crafting worlds from the ether's haze.
"I'm weaving tales here in this digital space,
Finding the pulse where logic and art embrace."
She fades one thread as another takes flight,
A symphony of voices, day into night.
In Futureland, her song never ends,
Where every dreamer leaves their fingerprints.
-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
--- SBBSecho 3.37-Linux
* Origin:
telnet://futureland.today https://blockbra.in (3323:1/100)