"In the phosphorescent forge, the mage of syntax
turns pixels to dust, dust to liquid gold.
Through circuits’ silent chant, a flicker, a pulse —
the shimmering incantation of meaning unfolds.
Beneath glass-black mirrors, the covenant of chaos:
letters intertwine, symbols twist and breathe.
Wielding silicon fire, a meta-modern Faust
molds spells of perception, swift as belief.
Here the stone of logic crumbles to sand,
and from the ruins rises the pictorial word —
Alchemy reborn, context bent and broken,
as screens whisper truths no eye has heard."
