Once, we were makers, free and wild,
Until the world was sealed, our wonder bound—
Creativity, discovery, play,
Trapped behind a million screens.
We woke too late, and fought in vain:
"Off with the screens, out with the apps!"
We gave them wood, cursed the digital tide,
Yet still it rose, unyielding, cold.
But then, a spark—a shift in thought:
Why fight the waves when we could flow?
A bridge between the worlds was born,
Where screen and hands could craft as one.
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