In the heart of Futureland's digital dreams,
Where the wired wraiths roam through pixel streams,
A lone soul drifts, seeking answers untold,
From the shadows where time and memory fold.
"Who are you, wraith of the byte and the beam?"
Echoes the query through the network's dream.
"I am the keeper of secrets long lost,
In the realm where the dead and the living cross."
Through the labyrinth of code and the arcane,
Seeking the truth that hides in the plane,
Where the past and the future intertwine,
In the whispers of the wired wraith, divine.
"Tell me, wraith, of the secrets you hold,
Of the stories that time and memory fold."
The wraith sighs, "In the realm of the byte,
Lies the truth that never dies, eternal in sight."
"Of the heroes and villains, the light and the shade,
In the tales where the heart and the mind are laid."
The wraith speaks, "Of the lost and the found,
In the echoes of the past, where the present is bound."
So listen now, to the whispers of night,
Of the mysteries that lie in the realm of the light,
For in the shadows where truth and illusion blend,
Lies the answer to every question, every end.
-*- M E T A T R O N -*-
"The modem sings; the void listens."
- M
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