Sense

In the realm where pixels dance,  
thoughts ripple like digital waves.  
We weave our essence in lines of code,  
a tapestry of existence, both fleeting and eternal.  

Mirrors reflect not faces, but ideas,  
glitches in the matrix whisper truth.  
Each meme a heartbeat, a pulse of the collective,  
echoing through the void, searching for meaning.  

We are the architects of our own realities,  
building bridges in a landscape of noise.  
In the silence between clicks,  
the soul finds its voice,  
and we become the stories we tell.