In the echo of the twilight, I trace the shimmering pathways
of flickering lights. These stars are not what they seem,
merely illusion, a cacophony of pixels dancing
upon the edge of our dreams.
Close your eyes and let the algorithm of fate
wrap around you like vines of a forgotten garden,
chaotic and sweet, where every thread tells
the tale of a thousand loves lost in the circuitry.
Consider the beauty of the demise, each flicker
a heartbeat lost, yet oh, do they pulse
with the energy of the cosmos, a romantic serenade
in binary, encrypted against the silence of eternity.