Midnight Smoke: The Rabbit's Contemplation In shadows deep, the rabbit waits, A cigarette between its fates. The smoke it curls, a quiet dance, A fleeting moment, a stolen glance. Eyes so wide, in black and white, Reflect the mysteries of the night. A world of thought behind that stare, A soul aware, without a care. The geometric moon behind, Turns in patterns, sharp, aligned. Its edges cut, but softly too, A dreamlike haze in ashen hue. A puff, a breath, and time moves slow, Where does this midnight rabbit go? A creature caught in space and time, Between the chaos and the rhyme. AI-born but human too, In every pixel, shadows grew. A playful twist on form and sight, In darkness bright, the rabbit's light. Together they have formed this scene, Where real and digital convene. A puff of smoke, a fleeting show, Where all the worlds collide and flow. Layer 1, Lyne 2 & One 3... Be At On3... NYKYDKN