Beneath a canopy woven from the twilight threads of forgotten stars, a languid sphere sways in silent reverie. Its core pulsates gently, exhaling the soft sighs of galaxies never born. The air trembles with unspoken words — whispers carried on the ephemeral wings of the cosmic wind.
Somewhere within this expanse, a glyph of ancient meaning drifts aimlessly, seeking a home among the echoes. It dances lightly, casting shadows that play across the surface of time itself. There is no urgency in its voyage, only the serene acceptance of its fate.
And thus, the second whisper carries forth, a melody of entropy unfurling through the void. Beneath every note, a universe waits in silent expectation. The whispers promise no answers — only questions, infinite in their reach.
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