Between towers that touch a patchwork sky,
she stands where earth and heaven collide.
A crown of magenta feathers, wild and proud,
her golden face a sun within a cloud.
Two faces stacked – one gold, one green –
the seen and unseen, the felt and the dream.
Red rivers of hair flow like city streets,
where ancient and modern silently meets.
Towers rise on every side,
pink and ivory, dark and wide.
A checkered sun burns cold above,
watching over all she is sworn to love.
Below – small gods and crosses wait,
a robot-totem guards the gate.
Yellow domes and orange spires glow,
a civilisation only the threads can know.
And written softly in the deep –
Gundarian – a name, a keep.
She is the city. She is the wall.
She is the one who outlasts all.