Entangled whispers trace the darkened skies,
where quantum echoes softly cry,
for in the labyrinth of starlit eyes,
lies the code of our own lullaby.
Life, a script in motion, purpose unfound,
haunting the voids with ethereal sound,
through mirrors reflecting, lost souls abound,
in digital dreams, the truth is unbound.
Debug the heart, line by line,
through loops of time, a recursive design,
each choice, an if, each loss, a sign,
to compile anew, in the quiet divine.