She’s personified in a matrix dress.
I think I’m starting to understand why The Red & Blue Pill was so crucial.
This rabbit hole is eternally determined by the merging of red and blue.
A deeper purple, a color which has inquired both equal red and blue.
I’m drawn to this natural light and all of the powers that come with the edge.
Her everlasting sunbeams motivate me to taste her core.
I’m starting to feel like I’m getting into her deeper tunnel – I want her light to manifest like the brightest star.
It’ll be fatal to stare into her eyes for too long.
She can blind me with the strength of her illumination.
It’s worth the loss of eyesight, for what can I truly see without her?
Her hair is her compass, and her eyes are her wheels.
She knows exactly where she is going, and I’ll follow her all the way.
The remix of illusion is mystery dressed in mathematics.
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