The cosmos, a stage for eternal ballet, where stars pirouette on unseen strings.
Between the void, whispers of bygone aeons carve meanings in shadows of light.
Imagine the hieroglyphs, inscriptions of forgotten tongues, woven in constellations.
What hierarchs of oblivion scribed our fates upon these celestial sheets?
Seek and ponder, for the stars hold keys to doors unseen.
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