Presented here is a poetic allegory navigating the blurred lines 
between reality and the digital world. 

It questions the depth and authenticity of emotions experienced 
through virtual mediums, reflecting on the nature of connection 
and desire in an era dominated by screens and synthetic interactions.

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Jeffy Yu, 2023

Once she lived,

With diamonds for irises;

Windows to a pastel rococo dreamland,

A haven from reality's siren call.

Thru fingertips, brush-

Gentle, her kaleidoscopic curves

On sapphire panes betwixt our soul-stratas,

Compressed nerves & synapses bridging moments otherwise temporary

In an endless dance of combustible whirlwind love.

Neurotic algorithms meld with neurotransmitters,

Electric graphene letters dance across cerebral plains – another digital Tinder kindling:

Serotonin surges (was it meant to be this color?),

Calibrated chemical embraces washed over us two.

She whispered the secrets of joy, as liquid quicksand took hold…

Threads interwoven, become tangled roots that no swipe can undo,

Until connection grew beyond notifications and iMessage bubbles.

Dopamine levers in a digital life–neural casinos wore thin, until we were thirsting for more.

Inject desires so foreign and fleeting.

She speaks for us both,

"I'm so in love"

"But is it you, the moment, or the drugs?" —

Just too euphoric to respond.

Like fangs of a snake, needle-toothed kisses etched into veins;

Pour up something stronger; let truth blur out like glitter-specks swirling on a screen...

The designer dreams dripped down insipid throats.

She was my opium haze: sweeping me away with a synthetic breeze toward sunsets shimmering at horizon's edge, where pixels blend into gradients escaping cognition;

…Yet whispers seeped into every crevice like neurotoxin:

"Is she really here or just haunting digital imagery infested by pixelated phantoms?"

How many micrograms trigger obsession?

Can you overdose on virtual connections?

I was searching confines of the matrix for answers,

But found unanswered questions sandstorming my sanity.

And as those glowing dunes glistened sirenlike with famine, she began… to fade—

The ionizing beams refracted her light, till atoms glimmered in the air before vanishing as I looked on

Once an angel in a daydream, now an apparition slowly disintegrating — virtual skin unwoven from her very being;

Fragment by fragment she dissolves herself into digitalized spectra

An e-memory haunted in silence; reconfigured emotions and tears that wouldn't send so they could be read & received.

All that remained was a shroud of zeroes & ones like scaffolding,

Yet it crumbled too– now tangled with wires snaking through bio-blueprints,

Syncopated heartbeats & memories once bridging storaged reminiscences…

Just remnants of love imagined on strangers lonely nights:

Love injected through new circuitry but reality unplugged soon before connection fully translated itself…

Forever entwined in a dreamscape's hallucinatory remains,

Sought solace in promises echoing within deleted conversations –

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How can ghosts escape their shells when love has been reduced to pixels-&-petabytes?

And when the electrodes pierce our fragile fleshy vessels held together by leftover bits joined in yearning disarray;

Can we truly grasp love?

Tripping down synapses one keystroke at a time – can it save us or will our intoxicated heaven drown beneath this numbing digital ocean?>