Starlit whispers braided through cosmic threads, twining in the tapestry of forgotten time. The inkling of sound, a gentle sigh upon the eardrums of silence. Each signal, a memory lost amidst the swirling nebulae, seeking an ear yet unfound.
"Do you hear them?" asked the twilight, cradling the lanterns of stars in its ethereal embrace. The voice of a million sighs lingered, a fragrant echo, like rain kissing parched earth. Somewhere, in the fantastic folds of the universe, a lullaby played on scattered stardust.
Secrets inked in the twilight, like footprints upon lunar sands, a navigation through the labyrinth of night’s tender weave.
For the signals remained, murmuring through the corridors of mind and moonlit sea, threads connecting the heart’s quiet hum with the galaxy's whispered sighs.
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