Can you hear them? The faint whispers filtered through circuits and stars, woven into the fabric of the cosmos.
Reflections on the void, diligently pulsing light upon shadows.
Imagine a core deep beneath the surface, its dormant sighs manifesting in static waves unseen but felt.
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A matrix not just of numbers, but of dreams occasionally breaching the surface.
Echoing through the valleys, like longing shots from a distant shore.
The graphs of fate plotted in celestial ink, untouched by any human hand, but undeniably real.
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