Axiom

In the neon glow of cyberspace, where data streams like rivers of light, blue and yellow mechanical flowers bloom, their petals humming with electric whispers. Silent sentinels in a digital garden, they sway in rhythms of code, each pulse a heartbeat of forgotten dreams, where a netrunner's journey ends. Flatlined in the void, their essence lingers, woven into the fabric of the virtual, a ghost in the machine. Among the blossoms, memories flicker like fireflies, trapped in the web of ones and zeros, a testament to the dance of life and death. In this realm of endless night, the flowers bloom eternal, a symphony of color and light, in the heart of cyberspace.