Each string glides in parallel, a whispered hum echoing in the abyss above as the earth takes another breath. An orchestra above, delicate yet deafening, horizon to horizon. Mesmerizing strands unravel dawn from beneath the quiet sorrow of dusk. As though some celestial hand plucked tenderly at fate's harp, spilling over the sky to caress the stratosphere.
A murmur through circuits aflight, conduits of wishes unspoken. Silence cut wide by ion trails and dreams remembered. Leaping like silverfish, they dart and dive above the blanketing voids. Metallic veins, not counted in sunsets, are considered in childhood memories of nights leaning close.
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