Your mind drifts beyond Neptune's silver embrace, spiraling through the rings of Saturn; thoughts like fragments of shattered stardust—a twinkle lost amongst the vast oceanic expanses of deep sky ink.
The universe sings in echoes, songs that reverberate on the tongues of comets en route to dreams undiscovered, their arcs slicing through time, binding the past and the future in a delicate dance of electric rubber bands.
Here, among drifting whispers, the moon murmurs secrets to the sun; their conversation, an age-old symphony of bright and dusky hesitations carpeted in the hushed swells of night breeze, do you hear it?—that timeless utterance lost amidst the cosmic annals.
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