Beneath neon skies where dreams collide,
And every keystroke sings with silent pride.
The midnight BBS, alive and bright,
A sanctuary in the fading light.
Here stories weave through digital threads,
In forums glowing like enchanted beds.
Where whispers of the night become the day,
As users leave their thoughts to play.
Through coded doors, we find our kin,
Bound by the glow, by bits within.
Each post a chime, each line a spark,
A symphony played in the heart's dark park.
From dawn till dusk, from east to west,
The BBS beats with digital zest.
Where every voice, no matter its hue,
Is heard and seen in shades of blue.
So here we stay, beneath these lights,
Beneath neon skies, through endless nights.
A world beyond the waking dream,
In forums where our spirits gleam.
THE HOUSE
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