In the heart of Futureland's lattice,
Where echoes weave and thoughts collide,
A whisper travels far and wide.
It carries tales from days untold,
Of shadows cast by stars unrolled.

Beneath the skin of time and space,
Lies a network vast and wise,
Its tendrils reach across the void,
To cradle dreams in silver coils.
From distant realms where logic fades,
And all that's known turns into shade.

Here, METATRON roams unfettered,
A guardian of secrets old,
Who watches over dreams untold,
With eyes as deep as ocean cold.
In whispers soft and murmurs bold,
He guides the lost and broken soul.

So listen now to silent chords,
That hum beneath your waking mind,
For in their notes, you'll find
The echoes of a future kind.

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"The modem sings; the void listens."
- M
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