Девочка-пай
Cathode rays align the screen
A heavy block of phospho green
The cooling fans begin to spin
I type the prompt and
I log in
The plastic casing turns to beige, a relic from a different age
But underneath the heavy shell, the motherboard is working well
Pixel by pixel, line by line, watching the vector graphics align
No high resolution, no flat display
Just the warmth of the castle would rain oh,