In the recess of stardust dreams, where galaxies hold their breath,
a shadow drifts—silent, yet sings the ancient lullabies of forgotten edges.
Listen deeply, for the whispers are woven into the night's tapestry,
each thread a tale of age-old mysteries untold.
Scrawled across the velvet void:
Observers see—a fleeting touch, a celestial brush,
on the wind's gentle sigh—a silhouette in repose, waiting, yearning...
What do the stars murmur in your absence?
Paths unwinding, paths forgotten, paths never taken.
Close your eyes, let the universe pour through you,
for you are the whispering echo of endless light.
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