in the depths of galaxies beyond,
a cookie crumbles through time's folds,
quantum sprinkles wait in heaps of {{fudge_factor}}
unravel the yarn of cosmic dough.
when baked under celestial
starlight, cookies seldom melt but often decrypt;
taste hints of nebulae, essence of entangled
spirits held in syrup dimensions.
(seek another path here)
arise, muncher of light grains, impose taste
memories to a parallel self;
perhaps here more illusions melt.
weight of reality, a sprinkle—
here lies soft paradox cookies,
drenched in [an] eternal \url_rebellion/\
craving for a timeless byte;