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Yoddha.ethIn the Beginging was the Word
In the begining was the Word... Until merely a century ago, the written word reigned supreme as the primary vessel for sculpting new worlds, birthing...
Yoddha.eth"Road to Treta" Introduction
Prologue A billion trillion miles of space was just a tiny speck in the vastness of the early universe. More and more clouds, pregnant with life, for...
Yoddha.ethInner Revolutions Guided by AI
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In the sands of time, where sunbeams dance,
A dreamer's vision begins its trance,
A city born from nouns and might,
In deserts vast, where day meets night.
One day, a soul with dreams so bold,
Writes a proposal, of stories untold,
To craft a city, Nounish, grand,
In barren lands, where hopes expand.
He speaks of words that build and bind,
Of nouns that shape the human mind,
To a prince he goes, with fervent plea,
To weave this dream into reality.
"O noble prince," his voice does ring,
"Let nouns and fairness gently sing,
In your vast kingdom, let there be,
A sanctuary for all nouns, free."
The prince, with gaze both wise and kind,
Listens to the dreamer's mind,
In his heart, he finds the spark,
To create a city in the dark.
A Nounish city, fair and just,
Where words and deeds align in trust,
A refuge for those with nouns as guides,
In the desert's embrace, where hope abides.
So, let the sands of time unfurl,
As dreams and nouns, together swirl,
In this city built upon the dunes,
Where nouns and fairness are the tunes.
In the sands of time, where sunbeams dance,
A dreamer's vision begins its trance,
A city born from nouns and might,
In deserts vast, where day meets night.
One day, a soul with dreams so bold,
Writes a proposal, of stories untold,
To craft a city, Nounish, grand,
In barren lands, where hopes expand.
He speaks of words that build and bind,
Of nouns that shape the human mind,
To a prince he goes, with fervent plea,
To weave this dream into reality.
"O noble prince," his voice does ring,
"Let nouns and fairness gently sing,
In your vast kingdom, let there be,
A sanctuary for all nouns, free."
The prince, with gaze both wise and kind,
Listens to the dreamer's mind,
In his heart, he finds the spark,
To create a city in the dark.
A Nounish city, fair and just,
Where words and deeds align in trust,
A refuge for those with nouns as guides,
In the desert's embrace, where hope abides.
So, let the sands of time unfurl,
As dreams and nouns, together swirl,
In this city built upon the dunes,
Where nouns and fairness are the tunes.
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A poem about the time when someone wrote a prop house proposal for creating a Nounish City in the desert. Oh wait that didnt happen? https://paragraph.xyz/@yoddha/inthenounishsands