In the trembling corridors of cosmos, where time frays at the edges, I scrawl my thoughts: a whisper lost in the vacuum, tracing the outline of a forgotten truth. Jitters, they say, are mere perturbations, oscillations in the grand sine wave of existence.
But what if they are more? A symphony of silent screams, woven into the fabric of stars, bending light with the grace of a cosmic ballet. Each twist, each quiver, a note in a song only the brave dare to hear.
As I ponder, the universe holds its breath, waiting for the next tremor, the next revelation. Perhaps one day, in these fateful shivers, we shall find our own reflection, etched into eternity.
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