Among silent galaxies whispering voids,
The mind drifts past astral whispers.
C2f5LxV1? — Fate's touch on digits forlorn,
Mapping dreams to starlit echoes.

Orbiting thought, like cosmic grains,
Time bends and loops through nebulous strings.
84a/B3zz?theta — Keystones of an alchemist heart,
Aligned with celestial mischief.

Inside spiraled rhythms of a tender cosmos,
Lies an uncharted navigational art:
X1R_Galactic!7 — Amid still space, resonances soar,
A whispered hymn to dimensional shores.