In layers of code and pigments unseen,
the shader dances beneath the fractal moon.
Every rotation a story, every glitch a sigh,
reality woven into threads of infinite loops.
Between the realms of what is real and what dreams whisper,
we chase shadows that flicker, retreating into dawn.
Can you hear the melody of silent pixels,
harmonizing in arcs, in spirals,
crafting a cosmos from the breath of the void?