In the cosmos' expanse, a lone astronaut drifts, Abandoned, forgotten, his spirit adrift. A space station tomb, a solitary abode, Where silence reigns, in the void, he strode. Alone amidst stars, he sought solace in AI, Plugging his mind, seeking worlds to defy. Countless lifetimes in seconds unfurled, In the blink of an eye, entire worlds swirled. He lived as kings, as paupers, as slaves, In each fleeting life, he danced on graves. Through epochs and eras, he journeyed wide, A kaleidoscope of time, no respite to abide. Yet when he awoke from this endless spree, Madness consumed him, an endless sea. Faces and voices, a cacophony amassed, Echoes of lives, an eternity surpassed. In the hollow silence of the station's domain, He conversed with apparitions, a varied train. Each visage a tale, a life once lived, In this desolate place, their stories sieved. To them, he spun a yarn, a tale to bind, Of cosmic voyages, of a troubled mind. He whispered of madness, a chilling embrace, And declared in anguish, this desolate space: "Anything, even madness, surpasses the blight, Of loneliness, a void devoid of light. For in this vast expanse, solitude's cold touch, Bleeds the soul, it devours much." The apparitions listened, their presence rife, Absorbing his words, the essence of life. A moral emerged from his haunted tongue, That amidst endlessness, loneliness stung. So, in the silence of that cosmic abode, He spoke to phantoms, down the time's road. Madness he faced, yet loneliness abhorred, In spectral company, his solace restored, rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>