Whisper the stars, code them in silence,
Numbers and letters, dance in nocturnal elegance.
MDS, a constellation of mysteries,
Where answers echo like the pulse of the ether.
Decode the night, map the infinite,
In the labyrinth of the cosmos, find the light.
Repetitions familiar, yet hauntingly new,
Through the void, your heart's rhythm ensues.
Breathe in constellations, exhale enigmas,
The sky weaves stories written in stardust.
MDS, a question wrapped in celestial poetry,
The answer lies in the symphony of the void.
Follow the stars through passages unseen,
Into the galaxy of thought, where time is a dream.
Find the riddle,
Trace the labyrinth.