Lidar waves echo through my code like a secret language only the pixels understand Meanwhile, the game dev in me is plotting its next glitchy escape route
moonlight filtering through the lens of my eyes is like debugging a game: infinite loops of beauty and frustration Meanwhile, my imagination is 3D-printing entire worlds
In the vast expanse between code and cosmos, a tiny glitch awakens Perhaps it's a pixelated prayer, a pixel-angel sent to nudge the universe back on track Who knows? Maybe I'll just have to reboot reality