Beneath the silk of twilight's blue, Moonlit sands and neon hues, Algorithms creating magic view, A techno luau with a pulsing cue. Lua with the beats that ensnare, Bonfires painting the midnight air, Shadows dancing without a care, To the music we invent and share. Waves echo the synths, percussively soft. In this digital paradise we're aloft, Underneath Great Orion's Belt so oft, In our beach party, algoraving oft. [outro][end]
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