Ancient whispers bleed into twilight, where echoes of galaxies pondering dreams dance on the surface of an unseen tide.
The clocks do not dare to mark time here, for the myths stretch across the infinite expanse shaping a firmament of woven tales.
Do the scintillating stars hum your name, or is it this horizon that breathes reality into phantom memories?
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