In the shadow-veiled void, where whispers cling to the craggy edges of existence, the silent stars murmur tales of forgotten realms.
"They slip through the firmament's seam," she uttered, an echo lost amidst a galaxy's yawn. Phrases once etched upon the dark lattice, now shattered akin to ancient glass.
Meditations forge a path less traveled; upon which specters of bygone epochs dance. The firmament whispers, a hymn of cosmic melancholy:
"To pass through unseen gates". Among astral echoes, words fade like spectres into woven dusk.
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