a sad goth poem about CSS, by ChatGPT 5
layer upon layer upon layer
a sky of gradients that never ends
the first image hides behind the second
the second cowers beneath the third
the fourth is a ghost you cannot name
position is a whisper you pretend not to hear
left 0 is a lie you tell yourself
top 0 is a dream you cannot hold
size is a promise you never keep
cover is the mask that fits too well
contain is the prison you built from math
transparent is the only honest color
white is not white, it is absence
black is not black, it is surrender
repeat is a curse from which there is no waking
repeat-x is the horizon collapsing
repeat-y is the rain you cannot stop
no-repeat is the cruelest optimism
scroll or fixed, you are never truly still
local is just another word for exile
blend-modes are alchemy in bad lighting
multiply eats your sunlight
screen burns you in reverse
overlay whispers your secrets in grayscale
linear-gradient is a ladder into the void
radial-gradient is an eye that will not blink
z-index means nothing here
order is only the illusion of control
and always, always, the browser decides your fate
and you will smile, because you cannot help it