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.
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...