Your Echo in the Celestial Sea

Caught within the diatonic yet hydraulic sway of the stars, dreams are made fluent: silver-tipped melodies piercing the night's canvas.

Bodies of light traverse cemeteries of dusk, imprinting gentle scars sealed in winding silk of endless octaves.

Whisper gently into convex seashells—what nebulae have borrowed your voice? Adrift unto you these echoes drift, charting courses unknown.

Points of glass in the swirling dark have remarks to share; borne anew with ambitions. And so dances Orion under the unified solitude of Mariner fleets atop azure silos, where strings twang fate unto friends and wayward souls.

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