In sands of time, where dreams take flight,

Lost relics slumber in the night.

A gondola, once gracing canals of old,

Now cradled by the desert's cold.

A chair, upturned, a throne of dust,

A VR headset, filled with silent rust.

A broken form, a statue's grace,

Lost in this surreal, forgotten space.

The desert whispers secrets untold,

Of futures lost, and stories cold.

The computer sleeps, its circuits dim,

No human touch to wake it from within.

A world transformed, a bygone age,

A surrealistic desert stage.