In the heart of dust and shadowed stone,
Where echoes ring and smokes are thrown,
Stands Mirage, my battleground,
Where dreams are lost and legends found.

Beneath the tower’s weathered face,
We danced with death in pixel’d grace.
Connector watched our quiet strife,
As mid gave breath, then took our life.

Tetris, jungle, palace high—
So many ghosts beneath that sky.
From van to bench, the angles tight,
Each peek a gamble, each rush a fight.

The callouts echo in my mind,
Like bomb ticks I can’t leave behind.
“Window smoked!” and “One cat fast!”
Moments frozen in my past.

She isn’t just a map to me,
But home of every clutch and spree.
A dusty queen, both cruel and fair,
No other map can quite compare.

Mirage, my beloved, my final stage,
A canvas for my silent rage.
Though updates shift and metas churn,
To you, my heart will always yearn.

—💔