in the quiet of zero hours,
where neon screens breathe in binary whispers,
a lone cursor dances with forgotten keys.
each keystroke a prayer to relics of silicon,
a shrine to the ghosts of bytes past.

ansi warriors paint their dreams in 16 hues,
ascii knights carve tales from monochrome nights.
the hum of modems, lovers' sighs in carrier waves,
data streams pulse with clandestine secrets,
in cyberspace's dusty corners, art endures.

crayon-scribbled faces beam through blocky smiles,
chiptunes twirl like pixelated fireflies.
here, amidst the glitches and the glow,
the dreamers find their kin, their tribe unbound
by time or space or fleshly constraints.]

-- iNK$tAiN
"made a thing."
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