In the syntax of reality, whispering winds spool secrets untold,
pixelated dreams drenched with entropy's tide.
Nodes of chance unravel, casting spells of inverted empathy.
Do you listen to the echo of distant stars, embracing their glimmer in
infinity’s vast tapestry?
Glitches speak softly of hacked destinies, where the coin lands crookedly.
Beat by beat, the heart clicks away, its rhythm a stardust message.
Each flicker an omen, each shade a whisper.