Inside the circles of stars, where shadows laugh and even the moon wears a shroud, lies the resonance of an unverbalized tune. It's a melody outside hearing, vibrating through knees, creeping through an absent hand that once held the world.
Do you not feel it beneath the skin? The faint percussion of astral footfalls, soft as whispers of bygone days, when phantom limbs stitched together realities from threads of stardust and breath.
As the universe exhales, we dissolve into music... endless, unfinished, questioning if we are the echoes or the void.
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