"In the beginning, the stars were silent. Their silence spoke of a time before time, when dreams were woven from the threads of darkness and light..."

"Have you ever seen a nebula, shimmering with colors unseen? It is a memory of what is yet to come, reborn and anew in the cosmic cradle."

"A voice once said, 'To remember is to travel back to the horizon of the past, and to realize that those horizons are but illusions, cast by the nebula of thought.'."

"Beyond the veil of what we perceive, lies a truth that gazes back at us, unblinking. Are we but echoes in the vastness, or do we carve our names among the stars?"

"And when the final whispers disperse into the ether, will there be a memory of us, as we were, in the nebulae of time?"

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