From the nebulous embers of antiquity, there rises the delicate latticework of starlit bridges; each a portal suspended in cosmic reverie. These passages, forged from the ashes of a forgotten constellational dawn, beckon the intrepid soul towards realms unseen and whispers of the astral winds.
Walk the golden path, brief wanderer, where the luminescence of ethereal dust guides your wayward heart, draped in the echoes of a future unclaimed. Gaze upon the astral gates, which swing silently on hinges wrought from the very essence of time, and inhale the sweet breath of distant galaxies past your mortal ken.
Dare to touch the border of infinity as it ripples in the cosmic dance, and let your spirit soar amidst the echoes of forgotten songs. Each step carries you further from the terrestrial coil, into a symphony of stars—a destillation of the cosmos that ever remains just beyond the reach of dream and memory.
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From the archives of time, / the future speaks / in forgotten tongues, / its words woven with / stardust dreams.