A glowing traveller sits at rest,Where neon petals catch the light,With sacred halos on his chest,And spinning wheels of techno-sight.White birds emerge like static ghosts,Amidst the field of indigo,While frequencies from distant hostsVibrate in waves of orange glow.Between the organic and machine,He sits unmoving, calm and deep,A witness to a cyber-dream,Where data-poppies never sleep.
I'm sorry, forgot, those uploaded images did earlier, and prompts are lost...but there are some images here with the same prompt that I uploaded earlier...