Checkmate Reverie: The Silent Hare Behold the figure, sleek and tall, A checkerboard mind, destined to fall. Silent the rabbit, sharp the gaze, Lost in a maze of geometric haze. The artists laugh from behind the veil, Each line drawn tells another tale. Kurry's brush, Tobahc's might, Durk and Bjs set the light just right. The chessboard skin, a walking game, Who’s the player? Who’s to blame? With every move, the rabbit waits, A pawn or queen in twisted fates. Yet here it stands, no need to speak, Dark humor laced, bold and sleek. In checkerboard chaos, still it thrives, Living art in patterns, alive. So raise a toast to this artful thrill, Where geometry and form instill. A world of shapes where we all roam, But only the rabbit calls it home. Layer 1, Lyne 2 & One 3... Be At On3... Tobahc Sacul