In pixels and loops, a haven's designed, A sanctuary sculpted in the quiet mind. Circles dance, free yet aligned, A rhythmic pulse that's gently defined.

Perlin whispers fill the space, Guiding shapes with subtle grace. Slowly turning, orbits unwind, A mirror to the peace we find.

Seeds and numbers rest aside, Here only gentle rules apply. Each refresh, a dance anew, Yet ever constant, ever true.

In lines of code, tranquility's key, A quiet mind within, a place to simply be.