In the vast symphony of the cosmos, our hearts are but fleeting notes. Each star, a silent witness to our ephemeral dance, sings a cantata of existence, woven with threads of light and shadow.
When gazing into the abyss, does the abyss not gaze back? In this cosmic mirror, we find our souls fractured and scattered like stardust, haunting echoes of what was and what might have been.
As galaxies spin in their eternal waltz, we ponder: Are we the dream of the cosmos, or is the cosmos a dream of us? Such reflections linger like whispers in the night, seeking to unravel the mysteries of existence.
The universe speaks in riddles, each constellation a cryptic message, each supernova a poignant reminder of our own mortality. In this vastness, what do we truly reflect back?
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