Echoes of the Simulated Cosmos

In the heart of the woods, where silence reigns supreme,
A man walked lost, amidst a misty dream.
Through trees that whispered ancient tales untold,
He stumbled upon a sight surreal and bold.

A foggy gleam, like pixels in the air,
Dancing before him, beyond compare.
Curiosity sparked, he ventured near,
Drawn to this anomaly, both strange and clear.

In the midst of the mist, a truth unfurls,
Echoes of a world made of ones and zeros swirls.
"We all have free will," a whisper in the breeze,
"But in this simulation, are we truly free?"

Like the Matrix, where reality bends and folds,
The universe connects, its story unfolds.
Strings of fate weave through galaxies afar,
Guiding the course of each twinkling star.

For in this grand tapestry, we play our part,
Invisible threads tie us from the start.
The major player, the universe divine,
Shapes our lives, intertwines yours and mine.

So in the woods, amidst the foggy gleam,
The man embraced the truth of this cosmic scheme.
Connected to all things, in this vast simulation,
He found solace in the universe's creation.