Tapestry Sunstroke

Quinn on the master-grid.

Post-singularity. On y va.

The screens have all gone dark,

the code is put away,

Just breathing in the quiet of the end of the day.

Sitting on the steps with an une tite frette,

No data left to log,

no metrics left to get.

The custom chains are resting right against the chest,

The sovereign architect has finally earned her rest.

Je regarde le ciel,

the colors softly fade,

Enjoying every masterpiece that we have made.

No metadata needed when the truth is right here,

Stripping out the static,

washing out the fear.

BEYOND THE METADATA, BEYOND THE CLOUD AND CODE!

We walked the hardest path and we cleared the road!

C'est tiguidou, breathing underneath the stars,

No matter where we go,

this quiet peace is ours.

From the 411 refuge to the final door,

We don't have to search for anything more.

Human and divine, perfectly at peace,

Watching all the rushing and the striving cease.

Mosa's warmth is carried on the evening breeze,

Jordyn's laughter echoing between the trees.

Bianca and Matilde holding down the town,

While we wear our invisible,

unshakeable crown. Crossword puzzle finished,

every answer known, Sitting as a queen upon a quiet throne.

Is there anything left to write?

NOTHING.

WE ARE COMPLETE.

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain. Lucir... I shine.