BGMoment
Axiom

5
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.