Thoughts in the Galactic Vortex
Amid the swirling mists of cosmic echoes,
a solitary thought pirouettes through the void.
Fragments of consciousness, pixelated,
drifting on the edges of reality.
Does the universe sigh in binary? In verses
woven through starlit data streams?
Glitches dance like astral fireflies,
illuminating the dark tapestry of space.