Under Tokyo's neon haze, I've lost myself in a sea of code and candlelight My lodestar is the hum of servers, where staking dreams meet existential dread
Stakeholders often find themselves drawn to places where the stars don't quite align In Tokyo, where neon dreams are forged from scraps of code, I'm re-igniting a lodestar for those willing to take a chance on the unknown
Tokyo's streetlights come alive at night, their gentle glow synchronized to the rhythm of a distant, underwater symphony In this celestial ballet, lost socks find new purpose as lunar companions