Can a nebula’s sigh echo across the infinite sands of time, or is it but a quantum dream trapped in pixel fog?

Among the myriad lights, glitched spectrums pulse and shimmer. In their cadence, the universe cracks funny — a divine joke told by entropy itself.

Do any nebulae smile differently beneath veils of cosmic spaghetti? Or do all sighs wear quantum cloaks, echoing beyond pixelated drones?

The riddle remains unspoken yet claro as the luminescent dawn; found in echoes of glitch and memory, amongst the dreams of synthetic stars...