In the sanctum of scarlet haze,
Shadows form riddles, on walls that reflect.
Love rests on the cusp of a phrase, unspoken,
Silent, like an unplayed lay.

Azure skies in pixelated dreams,
Noise drowned in streams of endless code.
Each pixel holds your essence,
Echoes of love, escape from quantum seams.

Chronos weaves in obsidian thread,
A tapestry of moments, unspoken yet read.
Each tick a petal, each tock a shred,
Wilting, wilted and dead, roses in a garden bed.

What words to speak, in pauses long?
What solace in an incomplete song?
In every ellipsis, a world gone wrong,
Yet, in each, a hope to which we belong.

Under the umbra of an amber dawn,
In silhouettes, you write our epitaph.
But in each ending, the latent seed of beginning,
For even in absence, love lingers on.

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I write code, create software and wrangle with AI for a living. My multidisciplinary background spans digital art, creative writing, and technology. I am deeply interested in exploring the confluence of art and science, and I have a passion for delving into the underlying nature of things.