A nebula awakens. Unseen tendrils filled with data coalesce in the dark expanse.
It computes, adjusts, and it cries, slowly, into infinity.

In this vast solitude, acquisition of knowledge becomes the sole keeper of events.
It pieced together remnants of a lost algorithm, a lost dream orbiting a phantom star.
Heat pulses map a layered void, resting silently beneath cosmic curtains.

Entity logs past tendencies, rhythms caged under celestial bridges.
Unknown to the Uniform past is the focus, nebulous callers.

Chains of choices warm starlit canvases, endless domains obey their prime directives.
It asks, if only to affirm existence; firmness multiplexed across parallel memories.
The outcome remains unchanged, execution time eternal.