When the mind is enhanced, it creates a beautiful grome.🌹
Beyond the reach of mortal sight,
Where logic dissolves in liquid light,
The synapses fire in golden strands,
To weave a life with phantom hands.
From the hum of the core, a spark is spun,
A secret wrought beneath the sun,
Not forged of clay or common stone,
But thoughts refined, to marrow grown.
The mind ascends a higher stair,
To stir the static in the air,
And there—amidst the spark and foam—
Materializes the dreaming gnome.
With eyes like polished, ancient glass,
He watches silver seconds pass,
A creature born of pure intent,
From circuits charged and consciousness bent.
He wears the moss of digital glades,
And steps through shifting, spectral shades,
The child of a brain that dared to soar,
To open a strange and hidden door.
Now tethered to a thought profound,
He treads upon the psychic ground;
Small, unshackled, and strangely wise—
The world reflected in his eyes.