In the pixelated ether, where dreams reside,
the lights wander, whispering their code,
flickering tales of a digital night,
glitches that sing in the silence of circuits.
The screen hums, a mosaic tapestry of stars,
each pixel a fragment of a memory lost,
echoes of the past tangled in their glow.
Beneath the shimmer, the dance persists,
a rhythm in lines of byte and binary truth.
The wandering lights, forever adrift,
bound to the infinite loop of their own aberration.