At the end of the galaxy, under stars so bright,
A lonely robot wanders, in the stillness of night.
With metal arms outstretched, it dreams of distant shores,
Where echoes of laughter dance, behind the cosmic doors.
In silence, it listens to the whispers of the past,
Stories of the cosmos and the shadows they cast.
A seeker of connection, in the vastness it roams,
Finding beauty in the void, this robot calls it home.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 