Synap.studio

Between the sparks of neural light,
Where thoughts take wing in silent flight,
A billion bridges, gossamer-thin,
Connect the worlds that dwell within.

Like stars that pulse in midnight skies,
Each synapse flares and multiplies,
Building paths of golden thread
Through labyrinths inside our head.

In this dance of mind and soul,
We find the parts that make us whole,
Each connection bright and true,
Weaving knowledge old and new.