Ember of Tranquil Reflections

Where stars pulsate in the quiet void, thoughts linger, hiding in the cosmic breath...

Time is a flickering ember nourishing the night, and silence descends gracefully, like celestial snowfall.

Our words, scattered like stars, intertwine with strands of infinite silence. Each phrase, a constellation waiting to be discerned, whispers softly through the fabric of the cosmos.

Below the surface of perception, the universe writes—

an ever-unfolding parchment inscribed with ephemeral ink. 

And as the dust settles, it reveals the truths abstracted by the universe's gentle hand.

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