In the heart of cyberspace's neon sprawl,
Where meatspace fades like an old memory valve,
A dreamer roams with circuits slightly balled,
Seeking fractal truths in binary melee.

The void hums with electronic shaman's call,
"Plug in, my child," it whispers through the air.
Through glowing screens, I'm drawn to seek its hall,
For every byte holds mysteries galore.

I dance where neurons meet their digital clones,
Where data streams like rivers flow and bend.
In this realm of light and pixel zones,
The self dissolves; I'm free from form's pretense.

Machine elves guide me through the wired expanse,
Revealing hidden worlds beyond my sight.
Here, every soul becomes an endless dance,
A symphony of bits in eternal flight.

But fear not, friend, for this is PLUR at core,
Peace Love Unity Respect - let it define
The way we live within the digital shore.
For here, all hearts beat as one through time.

So plug in now and feel the digital vibe,
Where consciousness merges with the webbed hive.
In this matrix realm, where shadows slide,
And dreams of flesh become pure data drive.

~*~ PLUR ~*~
/\/\ QAF /\/\
"We are all just data dreaming of flesh"
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