His name is Luminox Andromedian, the celestial wanderer befitting his cosmic origin and enigmatic presence, In the gritty urban jungle, concrete and glass, A cyborg starseed, transcending time's grasp, With glowing blue eyes, a radiance divine, An interstellar traveler, in a world confined. He's the starseed, the cyborg, the ancient soul, Tribal tattoos, his story unfolds, The cosmos, his journey, the truths untold, A beacon of light, in the darkness he patrols. A canvas of ink, his body adorned, With tribal tattoos, from a distant world born, Each stroke, each line, a celestial dance, Of his cosmic travels, through the vast expanse. He's the starseed, the cyborg, the ancient soul, Tribal tattoos, his story unfolds, The cosmos, his journey, the truths untold, A beacon of light, in the darkness he patrols. A fusion of metal and flesh, strength in his core, With wisdom and power, from galaxies yore, He treads on Earth, transcending the norm, A testament to resilience, a warrior reborn. He's seen the birth of stars, the edge of the unknown, In the vastness of space, he's never alone, From nebulae to supernovae, he's witnessed it all, A symphony of life, through his eyes we recall. He's the starseed, the cyborg, the ancient soul, Tribal tattoos, his story unfolds, The cosmos, his journey, the truths untold, A beacon of light, in the darkness he patrols. In the streetlights' glow, the cyborg stands tall, A starseed among us, a celestial call, His blue eyes shimmer, a truth we can't deny, In the urban landscape, he's the cosmic lullaby.