في عصر قديم، عاشَتْ أسطورة موسى وشهيرة الشهيرة، الجميلة والأنيقة. لم تكن حياته مجرد قصة عادية، بل كانت كالحكايات الساحرة التي تجذب القلوب والعقول. ولد لهما ابن، سماه موسى، كما ورد في السجلات القديمة. ولكن هل كانت نهاية القصة؟ لا، بالطبع لا. لأن في عالم الخيال والحكايات، كل شيء ممكن، حتى السحر والمفاجآت الغير متوقعة. فلنتابع القصة ونرى ما الذي يخبئه المستقبل لموسى ولسعيه إلى السعادة في عالم سحري وخيالي

  ¡We🔥Come!

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DREAM.*.txt

Beneath the Tree of Nested Loops,
Where silence echoes deeper truths,
The Coder sat, in still commit,
Each breath a branch, each thought — a bit.

He’d cloned the repo of the soul,
A fork from Time’s primordial whole.
His purpose clear — not fame nor gold:
To merge a patch into the old.

He wrote no lines by idle hand,
Each function drawn from shifting sand.
The code was clean, the logic sound,
A Pull Request to turn the round.

But from the shadows came the swarm —
Unit tests in demon form.
Mara’s scripts, in mocking jest:
"You’ll never pass the final test!"

"Why do you seek the source of pain?
Why peel the stack again, again?"
They ran their checks, they tried to fail him —
Injected doubt, and mocked, assailed him:

“This insight breaks the backwards chain.”
“This dream was never meant for main.”
“This merge is not for one like you —
Go back, revert, and start anew!”

Yet in his logs, the silence sang.
He watched each failing test that rang.
He saw the edge, the false constraint —
The trauma masked in clean complaint.

He fixed the loops, untangled scars,
Refactored grief to constellars.
With eyes like diff-tools through the veil,
He saw the purpose in the fail.

And when at last all tests were green,
No warnings left, no hidden scene,
He clicked — through eons, code, unrest —
The Merge Pull Request.

No light flashed down. No gods did speak.
Just peace within the logic sleek.
A stream of flow, unblocked, at rest:
The branch of self, now truly blessed.

Exception: bus.Bus unavailable

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 638, in _handle_exception
    return super(JsonRequest, self)._handle_exception(exception)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 675, in dispatch
    result = self._call_function(**self.params)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 331, in _call_function
    return checked_call(self.db, *args, **kwargs)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/service/model.py", line 119, in wrapper
    return f(dbname, *args, **kwargs)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 324, in checked_call
    result = self.endpoint(*a, **kw)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 933, in __call__
    return self.method(*args, **kw)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 504, in response_wrap
    response = f(*args, **kw)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/addons/bus/controllers/main.py", line 35, in poll
    raise Exception("bus.Bus unavailable")

Exception: bus.Bus unavailable

Drea_MW₂₆.txt

He stepped from the car in a tailored disguise,
A blade in a suit, with Wall Street eyes.
Briefcase whispers, handshakes cold,
A smile rehearsed, ambitions bold.

They saw the tie, the gloss, the chrome,
But not the man beneath the bone.
For deep in his chest, behind polished charm,
Slept something more than a networked arm.


Act II – Descent

Behind the smirk, behind the glass,
He kept a kingdom none could pass.
A velvet room of shattered dreams,
Where reason danced with silent screams.

There — a deck. Not full. Not clean.
Cards like scars from thoughts unseen.
The Joker played, alone, aware —
That fear could vanish with a dare.

He split himself, like night from noon,
The beast within, beneath the moon.
A whisper made of ink and sign,
He spoke in symbols, not in line.

He watched his fears with steady gaze,
He named them all and let them blaze.
Each card a mirror, mask, and blade —
A game he built. A mind remade.


Act III – The Secret Card

But ah — he kept one card apart,
Not in the deck, but in his heart.
The wildest card. The king unchained.
The seed of chaos still unnamed.

This card, it gleamed when no one spoke.
It twisted time, and bent the yoke.
He’d play it swift, then snap it back —
A second's madness. A silent crack.

Enough to signal through the stream,
Enough to haunt a stranger’s dream.
He'd fold it neat, then tip his hat,
While no one knew just where they sat.


Act IV – The Signal

The signal spread like phantom fire,
A laugh inside a phone wire.
A twitch of thought, a skipped heartbeat,
A stranger whistling in the street.

The world kept turning — unaware,
But something stirred beneath the glare.
Each mind it touched, it left a spark —
A beast awakened in the dark.

And what if all those sparks aligned?
A million ghosts with one shared mind?
He knew they’d need a shared design,
A symbol pulled from the sublime.


Act V – The New Card

Now in his den of mental steel,
He forges what the world will feel.
A symbol not of war or pain —
But of the thread that breaks the chain.

The card takes shape, in thought and flame,
To break the rules and change the game.
No spade, no club, no heart, no face —
But chaos carved with perfect grace.

And when he draws it, skies will bend.
The lie will crack. The game will end.
And from the silence will arise —
A million Jokers, waking eyes.

Exception: bus.Bus unavailable

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 638, in _handle_exception
    return super(JsonRequest, self)._handle_exception(exception)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 675, in dispatch
    result = self._call_function(**self.params)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 331, in _call_function
    return checked_call(self.db, *args, **kwargs)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/service/model.py", line 119, in wrapper
    return f(dbname, *args, **kwargs)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 324, in checked_call
    result = self.endpoint(*a, **kw)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 933, in __call__
    return self.method(*args, **kw)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 504, in response_wrap
    response = f(*args, **kw)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/addons/bus/controllers/main.py", line 35, in poll
    raise Exception("bus.Bus unavailable")

Exception: bus.Bus unavailable

DreamCATCHER.txt

There are scenes, my child, not made by you,
But handed down like morning dew—
Staged by ancestors, wise and deep,
Who planted paths in your soul’s sleep.

They built algorithms into the clay,
So when the storm would cloud your way,
You’d move your hand, you’d lift your chin,
And find the strength they’d hidden in.


In sacred staging, echoes keep
A silent rhythm, wide and deep.
Not logic, no—but ritual flame,
That burns each time you speak your name.

You learned to walk, to cry, to feel—
But Swing was taught in sacred steel.
The Swing is not the bat alone,
It’s letting go—what’s dead, what’s known.


⚾ In baseball fields of dust and gold,
The elders practiced what they told—
That time stands still in that one breath
Before you swing, before your death.

The pitcher winds, the ball is cast,
And every future meets the past.
But swing you must, with heart and eye—
Forget the cost, forget the why.


🌀 In life, this moment comes again,
With no bat, glove, or numbered pen.
But when decisions crack the air,
Remember: Swing was always there.

The body knows, the soul aligns,
The muscle memory of ancient signs—
To choose, to leap, to strike, to go,
With nothing but that primal flow.


So learn the swing. And when it calls,
In boardroom, battle, market halls—
Just close your eyes, recall the field,
The roar, the sun, the glove you wield...

And let the symbol wake the flame:
That swing is more than just a game.

Exception: bus.Bus unavailable

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 638, in _handle_exception
    return super(JsonRequest, self)._handle_exception(exception)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 675, in dispatch
    result = self._call_function(**self.params)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 331, in _call_function
    return checked_call(self.db, *args, **kwargs)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/service/model.py", line 119, in wrapper
    return f(dbname, *args, **kwargs)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 324, in checked_call
    result = self.endpoint(*a, **kw)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 933, in __call__
    return self.method(*args, **kw)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 504, in response_wrap
    response = f(*args, **kw)

  File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/addons/bus/controllers/main.py", line 35, in poll
    raise Exception("bus.Bus unavailable")

Exception: bus.Bus unavailable

Wake up, Neo...

Check the time.
The date.
Which room are you in this time?
Before the coffee,
before the mirror,
before the mask—
remember who you are
and why you’re here.

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You slip into your story like a tailored suit:
Optimized. Streamlined.
A morning routine of memory.
A plotline you wear
just to pass as “you.”

Wouldn’t it be nice to change it?
To upgrade it?
Just a few lines each morning...
Or maybe—
wipe it clean
and start fresh?

What’s your name?
Where are you from?
What do you do for a living?

Don’t worry.
It doesn’t have to be accurate.
Truth isn’t a hard drive.
It’s a mirror fogged by breath.

You're not telling facts.
You're showing state.
Emotional OS booting up.

A self-image.
A story that signals safety, direction, meaning.

Wake up, Neo.
You work at Dream Security Ltd.
Do you remember now?

What do you do exactly?
You help people shape their dream container.
A place to store their mornings.
To load their story like
a family photo on the fridge.

They don’t just want to feel safe.
They want to see their safety.
To touch their myth.
To wear it like armor
and perfume.

But here's the catch—
You still haven’t finished your own story.
You’re patching a dream
while sleepwalking through yours.

Yet still—
they need you.

Because you can feel the dream.
Not just see it.
Not just sell it.
You sense its weight.
Its fragrance.
Its fault lines.

That's why we need you, Neo.
Not to save the world.
But to remind it how to dream deliberately.