A world unfurls on the screen’s bright stage,
Born from pixels and lines of coded rage.
Once just an echo in the mind’s dark hall,
Now mountains rise, and heroes heed it’s call.
With brushstrokes light, we paint the landscapes vast,
Forests whispering secrets with a blast.
Each line of code, a guiding hand,
Building dreams grand on grains of sand.
The soundtrack swells, a symphony of sound,
Bringing life to battles fought on hallowed grounds.
From laughter’s chime to fury’s crashing beat,
Every note a world, both bittersweet.
Then comes the test, the player’s touch ignites,
Does our world breathe? Do heroes take flight?
For in their hands, our dreams find final form,
A universe we built, weathered by the storm.