The Digital Galaxy We drift within a neon sky, where data streams and pulses fly. A cosmos built of codes and light, expanding ever, day and night. Each fiber hums, each signal soars, through endless, unseen open doors. We speak in whispers, texts, and waves, our echoes crossing time’s vast caves. Like stars that twinkle, screens ignite, a universe of black and bright. Our voices, once so far apart, now touch with just a beating heart. Yet in this world of endless thread, where minds are linked but hands unread, let’s not forget the earth-bound ties, the warmth behind these glass-lit eyes. The Threads of Starlight Drift with me beyond the night, past silver moons and nebulae bright, where galaxies like lanterns glow, whispers of a time we’ll never know. A billion suns in silent flight, woven deep in cosmic light, their embers burn, their voices call— reminding us we’re part of all. The stardust in your breath and skin once danced where new worlds now begin. A comet’s path, a planet’s dream, we share the same celestial stream. No soul is lost, no spark alone, the universe is not unknown. Each pulse, each heart, each fleeting spark— a thread of light in endless dark.