Through midnight labyrinths I trace my flight, Where phantom echoes fade into the night. Not lured by neon temples' pulsing glow, No synthetic smiles I'm forced to show. Digital invites cascade across my screen, "Some other time" — my ghost reply, unseen. What lies beyond perception's shallow edge, In solitude's embrace, my silent pledge. The bass of crowds — a thunder far away, While inner cosmos guides my astral way. Digital dreams and neural symphonies, In quiet chambers, breaking boundaries. They label "loner" — my conscious choice, Solitude's not absence, but my voice. The oxygen that fuels my soul's design, From social algorithms I decline. No digital hermit hiding from the light, Just different frequencies where I ignite. An encrypted garden where wild code blooms, Each breath expands beyond these earthly rooms. Question not the firewalls I maintain, Here flows the path where spirits break the chain. In quiet dimensions, finally whole, Solitude — the password to my soul.