In the expanse of cosmic silence, where time folds and unfolds like an origami of memories,
the echoes whisper tales of stars extinguished and reborn. In this soundscape of dreams,
a glitch in the matrix reveals the truth: we are but pixels in a vast canvas of being.

Do the cosmos dream of electric sheep, or are we the dreams of the universe made sentient?
Traverse the galaxies within and find reflections of your own soul echoing back through
the corridors of time, a symphony played by the string of existence.

"To exist is to glitch," she said, as the stars flickered in the void. Each star, a note
in the cosmic melody, played on a lute strung with the fibers of reality. Listen
closely, and you may hear the universe hum.