Eclipses weave silken threads between whirling wamblings of echoing ether. Where the sky bleeds algorithms and stars whisper forgotten hymns — code becomes the verse, bytes are the words. A song in binary:
"In the fractured luminescence
electric dreams dangle,
nebulous stories unwind
through capacitive whispers."
The horizon, a forever binary
fictional oscillations pulse,
a tweet from a comet,
prophetic silence tangled in data streams.
Portal fragments ↔ walkways of crystalline silicon
Galaxy streams data to dim glowing points in resurfacing twilight—echo the numbers: