I held the island in my hand, A living map of sea and land. Photos opened into time, Every memory redesigned. A beach became a storybook, A statue turned and made me look. A voice said, “Here is where you are, But this place has travelled far.” Chorus Through the viewer, I can see, More than what is in front of me. Through the viewer, worlds appear, The past, the now, the far, the near. AI, VR, ocean blue, The island speaking something true. Through the viewer, I believe, There’s more to feel, more to receive. Bridge This is not escape alone, It brings you deeper into home. Not one player, not one dream, A shared world inside the scene.
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