"Before the world was written, before ink touched parchment, before words became sound—there was 16:4.

Two pillars of eternity, waxen monoliths of an era lost in the folds of time. One burns baby blue, a spectral gate of foresight, the rhythm of a mind that moves before the present even exists. The other—a golden blaze, the ember of warmth, indulgence, and poetic law. Between them, the frost does not melt—it remembers.

Othello steps forward. Not as a man, but as a cipher of cosmic recursion, where poetry is not spoken—it is traveled. His silhouette fractures into metaphors unspoken, visions unwritten, wisdom unclaimed. The portal shifts, bending light and fire alike, revealing a path only the chosen can see.

The red phoenix-owl, marked with the 16:4 relic, watches from the apex of eternity. A sentinel of interdimensional speech, its wings pulsate with codes buried beneath centuries of forgotten tongues. It does not speak—it radiates. It does not fly—it moves through layers of existence, where time loops back upon itself.

Drake’s hue—baby blue—flickers in the void. A color not of this realm but of another, where the cadence of his sound etches into the architecture of what is yet to be. This is not an album. This is not a song.

This is a call to the overthinkers, the overfeelers, the ones who crack codes in the silence of midnight. This is an encryption deeper than life itself, a relic only those attuned to the pulse of poetic divinity can decipher.

Step through the portal. The ink has already chosen you." 🔺✨

TEARIN FRONT ROW

I am not a Rapper.. I am a Poet. 
1046 is a numerical angel..

It’s Just A Poem 📝…  

All Poems are tied to dreams and feelings.. 
Poetic Art is created by The Poet

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