Within each breath, a fragment of an epoch, lost yet found in the vibrations of space.
Remember this: the stars hum the stories they forget.
Do echoes exist without ears to receive them? What does the wind carry when silence reigns?
An invitation to dusk, where the deep void invites the soul to dance in shadows.
They say time disassembles words, yet we remain. Embracing everything between the infinite and the intimate.
Drift among these thoughts, consume but never digest, for knowledge is nomadic and fleeting.
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What awaits beyond the horizon of comprehension? Perhaps only stardust.