Urban Solitude 001 In ruins of time, where bricks fade away, Sit muses of old in the light of the day. With dreams in decay, their silence conveys, The whispers of ages, in fragmented rays. From Da Vinci's grace, their forms take flight, In Dalí's dreamscapes, they merge day and night. Alone yet together, they face the twilight, In urban decay, they find their own light. Through past's hazy hue, through layers they gleam, Emerging from canvas, like echoes in a dream. With nods to the masters, in visionary stream, They bridge unseen worlds, in surrealist theme. On the edge of the known, where voids intertwine, They ponder and muse, where wildflowers climb. In city’s heart, their secrets align, In art that endures, through the passage of time. Oh, muses of ages, in digital frame, Hold stories untold, in silence they claim. In their eyes, a tale, though they whisper no name, In ruins of time, their essence remains. Layer 1, Lyne 2 & One 3... Be At On3... NYKYDKN