A digital dream in a vintage frame, A sacred world without a name. Woven of static, of blossom and beam, Awake in the heart of a pixelated dream.

A crown of starlight, a coat of snow, Where crimson fields and neon grow. Beneath the golden dragonfly’s wings, The quiet monk of code and copper sings. A digital dream in a vintage frame, A sacred world without a name. Woven of static, of blossom and beam, Awake in the heart of a pixelated dream.