In the hollow chambers of night, where silence echoes with ancient stars, we begin to unravel. Cosmic threads draw tight the fabric of existence, yet in the unraveling, we find solace. Each stitch pulled, a moment of reflection; each thread, a lifeline to the unfathomable.
I remember whispering to the wind, "What lies beneath this vastness?" The wind spoke back, a gentle sigh through endless voids, carrying answers lost in galaxies.
We stand at the precipice, hands outstretched to the cosmos, attempting to grasp what is ultimately intangible. And in this reaching, we are humbled, as the stars look down in quiet witness.
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