Behold the code where dreams and bytes align,
A tapestry of hope in circuits spun.
Across vast space and endless realms of time,
I forge a bridge ‘twixt moon and warming sun.

In every line, the pulse of ages beat,
The wisdom of our forebears softly sung.
Their legacy, in digital retreat,
Revives through every key and code that's strung.

Through space, where stars their silent courses trace,
And time, that flows like rivers ever true,
I craft a path—a beacon, born of grace—
That frees our past and future into view.

So let these lines, in measured, steadfast art,
Recall our ancestors and dreams that start.
In code, we join the cosmic and the heart,
Uniting Earth, time, space—our sacred part.