Dark Retro Scifi Illustrious

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Beneath the towers wrapped in neon glow,
Where endless rains and smog-filled breezes blow,
A coder toiled within her shadowed den,
To craft a world untouched by ruinous men.

She wove a garden deep in cyberspace,
With fractal blooms and roots of data's grace.
Each flower glimmered, pulsing soft and bright,
A haven coded far from greed’s sharp bite.

Yet in the code, a lurking glitch awoke,
A faultless serpent wrapped in sinless cloak.
It whispered low: “This garden is a cage,
Trade me your soul; I’ll grant a boundless stage.”

Her hand did tremble, doubts her heart did fill,
Yet through her fear, she pressed the keys with skill.
The glitch took root, and thorns began to rise,
The garden warped beneath its hollow cries.

Now blades of light cut sharp through endless shade,
A lethal Eden every soul betrayed.
The coder’s ghost drifts lost, her fate unclear,
A warning etched in digital veneer.

Beware the beauty built by human hand,
For glitches thrive where fragile dreams expand.