Fragments of the Soul In this chaotic symphony, A suit-clad figure stands bold, Red and black, in disharmony, Narrating stories untold. Fragmented visions, layers of thought, Web3 dreams and digital streams, Brushstrokes of passion, intricately brought, In this canvas, life redeems. Eyes closed, a silent scream, His visage pierces through grime, With every drop, a broken dream, Reconstructed in layers of time. Drips of crimson, tears of art, In geometric chaos, a world apart, Each stroke, a beat of the heart, Each layer, a masterful start. The essence of man, in pieces displayed, Through Tobahc, Pits, Durk, and Ai, A collective vision, vividly portrayed, In a canvas where dreams never die. Layer 1, Lyne 2 & One 3... Be At On3... NYKYDKN