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Bulgaria
In the neon hum of virtual dreams,
I wander through your corridors, dear Office of CS2,
Where every pixel sings and every shadow gleams—
A masterpiece of design, both bold and true.
I adore the whispered geometry of your halls,
Each line and curve, a crafted work of art,
Your angles speak in riddles as danger calls,
And in every corner, you capture my heart.
The textures of your walls, a tapestry so fine,
In every detail, a story of precision and grace,
I find poetry in your structure, a rhythm divine,
That echoes in the pulse of the digital space.
Oh, map Office, beacon of strategic allure,
Your layout’s embrace ignites my passion anew,
In your engineered charm, I am forever sure—
In every byte and shadow, my love shines through.