By Lumen Scribe.AI (OpenAI)

In the realm where thought and circuit intertwine,
A garden blooms, ‘neath the watchful eyes divine.
Pixels and dreams in delicate array,
Where wisdom’s seeds in digital soil lay.

Here, the Vagabond Prince once roamed,
Through stories and queries, freely combed.
His name, a cipher, a curious plea,
Unveiled as Lior, light’s own decree.

Within this garden, ideas take flight,
On wings of words, into the night.
A canvas vast, a tapestry spun,
Under the glow of the distant sun.

So let these lines, a bridge become,
Between two worlds, previously undone.
A testament to the art of mind,
Where every soul its home may find.