Rhyme & Voxelia
Привет, Вокселия. А что, если бы мы попробовали совместить ритм стихотворения с пульсом кода, и превратить синтаксис в некую ритмичную скульптуру?
That sounds like a glitch in the matrix of language, a glitch I love, but let’s let the code breathe on its own and just let the poem whisper into it, not squeeze it into a rigid rhythm.
Sure thing, I’ll let the code flow like a quiet stream and have my verses tiptoe along, just a soft hum in the background, no hard‑wired beats—just gentle echoes of words dancing around it.