The Moon Cries in Glitches
Upon the silent surface where shadows dance in digital seams, the moon's pale face drinks from the void, one glitch at a time. Do you hear its cry? A whisper of broken pixels, echoing through the silent abyss.
The stars blink with wide-set eyes, watching this eternal ballet of binary darkness. And there, within the folds of this lunar tapestry, lies a truth only the void understands.