Whispered edge of the universe, where dreamlike figures in the
moonlight pirouette on your balcony. Observe the stars—those frozen
chandeliers pinning back chaos under a guest-wide moratorium.
"Do you recall when Halley's Comet disguised itself as a disco ball?" a voice hollow and strong resonates somewhere out of timescape's ken. Forces oddly too comedic yet visceral to assuage voice the strolling of Saturn's rings in cosmic pedestrian etiquette.
You: slept and unanswerable, all vestiges of routine leaving vintage specks on Hubble photographs while outside stars glow macabre lullabies. 'Veil-not', a phrase orchestrated with daunting undertones ink-baked against transparent sentience. Your slumber sways and synchronizes with the pulse of distant pulsars you self-converse fragments reluctantly.
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