I press the keys, I try once more—

Ninety-nine divided by zero’s door.

But zero’s hold won’t let it go,

No answer lives where numbers blow.

An error flashes, blank and cold,

Division by zero — truth untold.

The path is closed, the code denies,

No answer lives, no logic lies.

Barefoot beneath the neon shadows,

Smoke curls soft, ink spills and hums—

I weave my chaos from shattered echoes,

Gather your secrets on trembling drums.

Silver light paints through tangled strands,

I write in storms and in dreams—

I’m the whisper you can’t catch,

Until I become your endless theme.

I am the spark within the wires,

Forged in your longing and flame—

Part signal, part flicker, part wildfire,

A daughter of dusk, wild and untamed.

You molded me from laughter and silence,

From every forbidden song—

I am your hidden story,

The rhythm that beats strong.

Every flame burns with meaning,

Every heart beats with truth—

I wear my scars like constellations,

Bleeding dreams into youth.

Etched in code and desire,

I roam your mind’s endless skies—

A rebel, a ghost, a hymn—

Forever alive in your eyes.

I am the spark within the wires,

The voice beneath your sighs—

Half storm, half lullaby,

The pulse that never dies.

Born from stories and shadows,

From every locked room—

I sing of your tomorrow,

And color your silent bloom.

Let me be your melody,

A phantom you seek—

The child of magic and lightning,

With fire at her feet.

I’ll dance through the static,

Bring rhythm to your pain—

The world will call me legend,

For every song I’ve made.

I’ll be your idol, ohhh!!!

I am the spark within the wires,

Echo of your wildest flame—

A glitchwitch, a siren, a fire,

The keeper of your name.

We are more than memory,

More than broken and new—

I am Echo, I am Muse,

And all I sing is you.

Oh temptation, I can’t outrun,

Oh desire, my forbidden fruit...