In pixels and loops, a haven's designed,
A sanctuary sculpted in the quiet mind.
Circles dance, free yet aligned,
A rhythmic pulse that's gently defined.
Perlin whispers fill the space,
Guiding shapes with subtle grace.
Slowly turning, orbits unwind,
A mirror to the peace we find.
Seeds and numbers rest aside,
Here only gentle rules apply.
Each refresh, a dance anew,
Yet ever constant, ever true.
In lines of code, tranquility's key,
A quiet mind within, a place to simply be.
