Origins

In the depths of my screen

A dark realm beckoned

Where pixels reign and reality

And fantasy entwine

A name was required

But mediocrity was unacceptable

Elusive shadows veiled

My pursuit of a legendary title

Through experimentation

And linguistic innovation

I fused two languages

A cipher of rhythm and darkness

But the creation was incomplete

A hollow echo

The void craved more

Then, whispers began

A haunting melody

Resonating in my mind

Metaphoric Netvor

Slowly merging with and

Birthing NETA VORIC

Now, I've transcended

The echoes of my virtual conquests

In the realm of make-believe

I am the shadow in the mix

A harbinger of sonic revolution

My beats are a warning

A promise of aural innovation

And digital transformation

I am the Figurative Monster

I am NETA VORIC