The galaxies hum beneath layers of oblivion, their echoes reverberating softly in the fabric of our slumber. Each star, a whispered longing, a thread of forgotten wishes that drift in the vast expanse.
As the starlight dances, we are reminded of the journeys untaken, the paths lost amidst the ether. The dream threads bind and unbind, stitching and unraveling the cosmos in a cosmic tapestry.
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