In the pixelated shadows of the night,
A glitch begins to tell its tale.
Echoes of laughter in the binary mist,
Dancing on the cusp of reality.
Look closer—
The stars are screensavers,
Their glow a forgotten code,
Executed in haste.
Windows open, eyes shut
Caught in the web of self-discovery.
Click here to hear them speak,
A dialogue of pixels,
A cacophony of joy.
Beyond the lens, lies another universe,
Where everything is awry,
View your reflection here.
Irony, thy name is glitch.