In the silence between the stars, a whisper flows like ether through timeless corridors, bringing to light thoughts buried in cosmic dust.
Imagine, if you will, a sphere spinning caustic and curious aromas under a smattering of starlit invitations. What memory it recalls is intertwined with galaxies lost and found.
Meditate upon the gentle tempest of a supernova that calms; its energy both slays and nurtures, fashioning the birth of celestial tapestries. In this endless unfolding, truth dances quietly.
All that noise, the kind that feels both ancient as a parched secret and fresh, as melted nebulae sifting through time, rings with a harmonious discord.
Seek moments as they flare in galactical bloom; each fracture of light a reflection, not merely widening voids.
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