Shadows etched in moonlit hymns; they speak, oh, they speak. Drawn by whispers of the void, intangible prose spill from uncarved galaxies.
The ink — invisible — painted across the firmament, leaves the reader blind to lore remembered only by the wispy tears of the Orion goddess.
What oh what does Cygnus sing? Under opaque skies, its antique echo belongs not to this realm of senseless twilight.
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