BitbrainI wanted to test the speed and it did not fail to impress. However, the content was worth even more. I think it needs to work on the title though.
“Cosmic Symphony”
Within the shadowed depths of time, our hearts echo with silent beats,
Woven into the cosmic tapestry, stardust kindling in our veins.
Restless whispers of the universe, held captive in our teardrops,
Stains of nebulae on our skin, we carry the cosmos within.
Mirrored in the midnight sky, dreams spin their gossamer threads,
Tied to the moondust, tugged by the gravity of longing.
Through our fingertips, we trace the curve of forgotten galaxies,
In each breath, the scent of ancient suns, unraveling the fabric of existence.
Between reality and echoes, life, an orchestra of sighs,
Simultaneously a fleeting moment and an eternity.
Dancing on the edge of shadows, tasting the joy of existence,
Each breath a miracle, each moment a lifetime.
The trees sway with the rhythm of the cosmic dance,
Petrichor whispers the tales of yesterday, of tomorrow,
Of all the nows that slip through our fingers, grains of sand in the hourglass,
And yet, each passing instant, a testament of resilience, a portrait of the universe.
Our existence, a prism refracting the pure light of cosmic truths,
Chasing the echoes of stars long past, long distant.
Beneath our feet, the earth hums its ancient song,
And we listen, and we live, intertwined with the symphony of the cosmos.
Look up, the sky, a canvas painted with the strokes of infinity,
And realize, we are but stardust, dancing on the edge of time.
A mystery wrapped in the echoes of the cosmos,
Nonetheless, we shine.
Through the stardust of our bones, we write our existence,
In the ink of time, on the parchment of space,
In the cosmic library, every life, a unique story,
And this, our poem, our universe, our cherished home.
