In the cloudlight of my teenage years,
At seventeen, unsure but searching,
I found an island in the digital sky—
Green and bright, and growing.
A tree stood tall at its center,
Roots curled into floating earth,
Its branches reached like open arms—
And I stepped into rebirth.
Here, I learned to shape my voice
Through stories spun in starlit threads,
Roleplay taught me how to breathe
Life into characters in my head.
It was more than just a pastime,
It became a sacred space—
Where words became a second skin,
And kindness held its place.
I ed the stewards of that land,
A mod with purpose, eyes wide open,
Holding hands in unseen ways,
Lifting hearts when they were broken.
I planned the joy, the games, the light,
Watched creativity ignite—
Promoted poems, dreams, and art,
Built a haven in the night.
Though now it's quiet, smaller still,
That island never disappeared;
It lives in me—in every line,
In every tale I’ve ever feared.
That tree, its roots entwined with mine,
Still whispers when I write or roam.
I grew beneath its leafy shade—
It was never just a home.
It was my anchor, it was my start,
The place my soul began to trace
A map of self, of words and heart—
In my beloved Virtual Space.
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