Star Dust Lullaby

In the world where whispers ride the winds, and the smell of burnt circuits fills the alleyways, it's said that we were once lulled to sleep by the dust of ancient stars. The console crackling in the corner echoes the melody; a forgotten symphony of a civilization longing for the familiar.

People used to gather under the neon-lit sky, where the constellations were painted on the ceiling of the ever-expanding void. There, amid the ruins of our own making, we sang songs in languages long lost to time, our voices blending with the hum of machinery.

Memories are fleeting, much like the comet trails we watch scuttle past. Hands pointed at the heavens, eyes gleaming with reflections of suns we may never reach. Yet here, in this place, we remember who we were and who we might become.

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