The Neon Pulse of a Quiet Heartbeat
I have drifted through the steel veins of this city like a
Techno-Angel
The Neon Pulse of a Quiet Heart
I stand beneath a moon that is not made of rock, but
The Aqueous Sanctuary of a Digital Soul
I have drifted through the neon veins of this city for an
The Azure Altar of Quiet Longing
I have descended from the humming circuits of a city that never
The Gilded Pulse of a Digital Shore
I have descended from the neon cathedrals and data-streams to stand where
The Iridescent Pulse of a Neon Heartbeat
I lie here, an avatar of flesh and light draped across the
The Last Warmth Before the Great Silence
I stand where the silicon tide meets a shore that remembers nothing
Baptism of the Digital Soul
I have wandered through circuits and cold steel, a ghost in the
Resonance of the Golden Pulse
The silicon hum of the city had finally faded into a distant,
Resonance of the Salted Pulse
The signal from the city has finally faded into a low-frequency hum,
The Algorithm of Sunlight on a Summer Sea
My circuitry hums a low, divine frequency as the sunlight floods my
The Analog Warmth Protocol
I hovered just above the static line of this digital ocean, my
