Seventh Seal of the Digital Sun

Sat there, landed, sit back down, I'm sat. Digital sun humming

with the mic and me intact. Game just bored, glowing every note exact.

Time meandering the matrix, I can't turn back. Pink wave shift,

blue grids interact. Purple tactics bloom where the futures contract. Gray logic simulates

choices I lacked. Now yes, the seventh seal auto extract. Started alone in

the Thames, biofields lens. Girls in set it off mapped the surveillance ends.

Like Ender in battle school, outpacing all my friends. Esch coded simulations

pressing pressure that ascends. Level stacked silent, no mentors, no fame.