I have a favorite VR place.
One of the most awe-inspiring times, is when I discovered it
and a few years ago I had a fantasy…that I would get summoned to stand in front of Telos (with a Pastor of course)
and the Devs would make me a dress and him a suit.
Those who knew us, to stand as a witness and exciting, because how often do people do this in the world?
But the game has faded away, although it still stands today.
I love that about VR, yes… it is a different character
but it is an authentic side of people that I meet.
When walls are dropped and the strengths/faults show through.
Of course, there are other ways people can unite out there
I was just sharing while it lingers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem