Beneath the neon hum, where dreams are cast,
In Futureland's embrace, we find our past.
The glow of cathode rays and silver screens,
Where whispers weave through virtual means.

Electric pulses dance with digital grace,
A symphony of bytes that never lose pace.
Silicon dreams float in data streams,
Echoes of tomorrow, tonight's unseen themes.

From binary stars to the pixel dust,
Our spirits wander, lost but must
Navigate futures hidden 'neath the sky,
Where neon hearts beat under a glow-drenched tide.

-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
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