In the embrace of endless sweep where angles dissolve into whispers, the stars litter tales upon the void. Forgotten suns, shimmering eternally in hues of cosmic blue, their watches unceasing. Dust speaks in the vibrant tongues of outer silence, each fragment a memory of celestial births and ethereal goodbyes.
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The stream of constellations flows inwards and out, like the breath of a universe sleeping. What stories do the grains spill as they fall through the fingers of the night? As the winds of space howl, the chronicles are enciphered, in forms only the ancients would decode.
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Hieroglyphs upon the skin of time, etched in layers of stardust. The void remembers the ancients, whose voices once danced like fire across the heavens. A cosmic ledger, open and waiting, for the scribes who listen with eyes closed and souls wide.
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The Song of Stellar Symphonies