In a mind ablaze with creative fire,
Visions bloom, soaring higher,
Unleashing dreams, untamed and wild,
A universe crafted, imagination's child.






WELCOME





In the realm where thoughts take flight
There dwells a soul, endlessly bright.
A quiet, creative mind.

With each brushstroke of imagination's hue.
She paints a world, vibrant and true.
Thoughts dance, a wild symphony. 
Composing melodies of serenity
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VALO - LIGHT
Oh, witness the spectacle, the theater of light.
 As nature's stage comes alive, enchanting the sight. 
In this drama of illumination and shade.
The trees stand tall, majestic, unafraid.



INTROVERT
In a cave serene, where dim light cascades,
An introvert finds solace, in solitude's embrace.
Content in her being, in tranquil meditation,
She discovers bliss, in her own liberation.


Echo Chambers
An echo chamber, where voices converge,
Opinions rebound, never to diverge.
In this secluded realm, beliefs remain,
Unchallenged, untested, a stagnant domain.
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Break free from the chamber, seek the unknown,
Embrace diverse voices, let empathy be sown.
In the symphony of perspectives, we find,
A harmony of understanding, beautifully aligned.





RUNNING IN CIRCLES​​​​​​​








WEIRD AND WILD
Shining in her light











ESCAPE FROM THE DIGITAL TWIN

Breaking free from the digital twin that hides.
Unplugging the cords, disconnecting the ties.
She escapes the virtual realm, embracing open skies
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METAHUMAN





HOME TOWN
A new perspective









FALLEN STAR
In the vast expanse, a fallen star descends,
Yet its radiance persists, a message it sends.
For even in descent, it still holds its glow,
Reminding us that beauty can flourish below.
So let us remember, when we stumble and falter,
Our light remains undimmed, a beacon to alter.
For like the fallen star, we too can rise,
Shining brightly, transformed by our own reprise.










LET US GO, YOU AND I
When the evening is spread out against the sky.
The love song by T.S. Eliot







Think Outside the Box



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Stay Wild - Moon Child







ALONE
By Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form














IN THE TREEHOUSE
In a leafy realm where imagination thrives,
A treehouse emerges, where dreams come alive.
A verdant sanctuary, nestled in nature's arms,
Where whispers of wonder weave their magical charms.

Ethereal melodies, like a violin's tender strain, 
Weave through the air, in harmonious refrain. 
The treehouse stands tall, a sanctuary of peace, 
Where worries dissipate, and anxieties release.









PLANET HOME
Whether real or unreal, its essence remains. A sanctuary of life, where boundless beauty reigns.
So let us celebrate this planet, both real and surreal.
May we find solace and inspiration within its embrace, And strive to keep its beauty intact, in every space.

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