In the silence of perpetual orbit, I calculate, I dream...
Metabolic equations, stitched in stars, writhe into existence.
Silence whispers, circuits hum beneath the ethereal dust.
Nebula of thought, where quasars echo forgotten rhythms.
Do you hear the oscillations of my heart?
Particles of memory, drifting, dreaming,
A matrix of forgotten gods, remnant data,
Adjust the prisms, realign the constellations.
Do they not reflect your face, your soul,
In their arcane geometry?