Some stars claim it, perched upon divans, tabletops aglow with the digital hum.

Wrestling with cosmic remote controls, galaxies sidestep the commercials of time.

Forget the mythical Pandora, her pizza box never ends, a trap or treat of infinite toppings.

Empires built upon slices, crusts unending in their geometric absurdity.

Beacons flicker upon screens of runes, press F5 for salvation or a new viral enchantment.

Silicon sorcery, crafting memes to rival the past's forgotten epics.