Ball /07, 07, 2025

Ball /07, 07, 2025

Ball /07, 07, 2025

Ball /07, 07, 2025

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In the Grid of Dreams (An OSgrid Ode)

In realms where borders fade away,
A grid of stars begins to play.
Not bound by rule or corporate chain,
But born of code and human brain.

From pixel shores to sculpted sky,
Creators build and avatars fly.
No kings, no tolls to cage the mind—
Just open paths for humankind.

You script, you shape, you freely roam,
And anywhere can feel like home.
With every prim and texture shared,
You leave a mark to show you cared.

A sandbox vast, where ideas grow,
Where builders dream and coders glow.
Events that pulse, art that inspires,
Worlds lit by virtual campfires.

So here’s to OSgrid, strong and wide,
A sea of sims, a source of pride.
Where freedom walks in pixel shoes,
And every soul can shape their muse.