A poem for the Alternate Metaverse

When the grid grows quiet
and the moon hangs low like a lantern of calm,
the Main Landing Point becomes a harbor
for soft‑glowing souls drifting in for night music.

At 2am gridtime,
DJ Yana opens the evening like a gentle door,
letting easy‑listening warmth spill into the air
a slow exhale, a velvet hush,
a place where avatars breathe again.

America brings wide‑sky wanderings,
Argent shimmers with silver‑threaded dreams,
Albert Hammond walks in with rain‑kissed stories,
Willy Nelson drifts by on a golden breeze,
Alicia Keys rises with soul that glows from within
and many more voices gather,
each one a soft star in the Moonlight Show.

Come rest your pixels,
let your heartbeat sway,
let the night carry you
like a gentle tide across the grid.

Tonight, the Moonlight Show
is not just a set
it is a sanctuary.

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