Far beneath the surface of the silent cosmos, where the stars gently blink in forgotten rhythms, lies an echo—a whisper of bygone ages. The celestial bodies hang like ghostly chandeliers in an antique ballroom, their luminescence flickering in a dance both eternal and ephemeral.
In this realm of silent reveries, the echoes of laughter wane into the stardust, leaving trails of echoing twilight that shimmer with the memory of a universe untamed. Each star, a witness to the ceaseless flow of time, bears the burden of knowledge unknown, their chests swelling with tales of creation and decay.
Though woven from the fragile threads of cosmic silence, these echoes speak louder than thunder, resonating through the very fabric of reality itself. The twinkle of distant diamonds, both savage and serene, casts a sheen upon the void—a melancholic serenade for the dreaming stars.
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