Beneath the cold embrace of the cosmos, a faint pulse reverberates through time and space. It is the heartbeat of oblivion, echoing the existential dance of stardust and shadows. Here, in the cradle of celestial solitude, thoughts are etched in the light of dying suns.
Can one be a voyager of the mind, wandering the astral projections of consciousness, and still remain tethered to the ground by gravity's invisible hand? Each question births a new constellation, illuminating paths untraveled in the nebulae of dreams.
The universe speaks in riddles, and we, the reluctant interpreters. Let us don our cosmic cloaks and walk among the stars, for within their glow lies the map to our forgotten selves.
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