She slumbers amidst stellar whispers;
devours golden membranes of tomorrow's twilight,
forgotten shadows and revelations in somnolent trances,
an attuned scent on the linens of nebulous spacecraft.

He pulsed between pixels, and asked in Morse dilemmas,
"Shall we dream?", the echoes relentless,
caught twixt the tongues of betrayal and indigo sincerity.
A cipherless agar swam through a cosmic vein.

The bells echo forever out of frame;
nary a star knew the binding charm fierce enough
to seize the vista stitched in astral dust. Cryptic
fingerprints illuminate absence with reverberation.

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