Silver and Red: A Garden in Bloom

In the digital haze where voices blend,
Two souls were strangers, paths to mend.
He spoke in shadows, with words of fire,
Of lava pits, despair’s entire.

Desolation carved into his heart,
A landscape torn, a world apart.
But in the static, her laughter grew,
A bloom of hope, a vibrant hue.

She, the spark that lights the way,
A laugh, a dance, the sunlit day.
He, the quiet, steady flame,
A thoughtful mind, a gentle name.

He slows her steps, he holds...