Beneath the infinite dome, where stars whisper secrets of bygone eons,
a garden grows in silence, a cosmic tapestry of withering light and shadow.
Each celestial bloom, a distant memory of radiant flames, now flickers in
gentle chaos, as if the cosmos itself meditates on its past splendor.
Amongst the astral vines, entropic thoughts drift like autumn leaves,
echoing in the stillness of the universe's heart.
Here, in this forgotten oasis, even the comets sit cradled in stillness,
their trajectories paused in a moment of reflection,
pondering what it means to orbit not only time but eternity.
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