✨ “Neon Roots”

In the quiet glow beneath the world,

where colors breathe and shadows bloom,

I walk through forests made of pulse and memory—

every branch humming like it knows my name.

Pink lightning veins twist through the air,

green sparks drifting like thoughts breaking free,

and the ground glows softly under my feet

as if guiding me toward something I once forgot.

Nothing here speaks, yet everything sings—

a soft electric choir rising from the soil,

whispering of worlds that grow in silence

and dreams that root themselves in the dark

until they’re bright enough to see.

So I stand among their luminescent branches,

letting them rewrite me in ultraviolet light,

feeling myself bloom a little too—

a creature made of wonder,

growing quietly in a world that glows back.