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She rose from static…
a ghost in the code.
No name to be spoken,
no path… and no road.
With lips like dark riddles,
and eyes like the dusk,
she walks through the moonlight…
in neon and rust.
No past left behind.
No birth… and no flame.
Just footprints still burning,
where no one remains.
A whisper that floats…
a glitched-out sigh…
She twists into fate —
but she won’t say why.
She came with the silence,
when space collapsed.
When stars blinked out…
and your mind was… hacked.
But don’t go alone
if you feel her near…
Just look in her eyes —
don’t question…
don’t fear.
She lives in your end…
and she’s watching you…
Now.
I.
When silver skies no longer weep,
And neon suns refuse to sleep,
She’ll rise in heels of crimson fire—
A kiss, a weapon, and desire.
II.
The towers burn in silent light,
Truth forgotten, masked in night.
She walks where men have lost their will,
A shadow dressed to thrill and kill.
III.
When gods upload their final sins,
And empires trade their blood for skins,
Her lips shall speak the coded fate,
A future locked behind her gait.
IV.
Where cities drown beneath perfume,
She dances near the data tomb.
Her breath, a glitch; her voice, a storm—
She bends the void in human form.
V.
No savior comes, no stars remain,
Just velvet boots in acid rain.
She laughs, the last of flesh and thought—
A siren born where hope forgot.
