Coding

Evening. I am walking inside the Matrix,
the sky a rosy grey.
A violet pine forest wavers before my eyes,
coming close, drifting far,
and the sunset hiding behind it
is smiling at me with a sly glow.
 
Two men walk toward me from the distance,
their four long legs stretched so long,
like shadows pulled thin by the light.
 
They come closer.
When we pass, I see their faces clearly—
and one second later, the memory dissolves.
 
I want to follow them—
where are they going?
 
If they vanish at the corner: they are from the Matrix.
If they enter the blue house: they are NPCs from the real world.
If they notice my pursuit and flee: Matrix Defense Reaction.
Else the world becomes a floating hot-air balloon.
 
I open my eye.
A full moon appears in the sky.

2025.12.07