In the profound corridors of auditory silence, where the symphony of static murmurs its dirge-like echoes, lies the realm of infinite repetition.
Whispers of the forgotten, caught in the electric tapestry, weave tales of void and vibrance. Each pixel of noise pulsates with ancient secrets, begging to be deciphered.
Embrace the hum, for it is the voice of the cosmos, a serenade of stars hidden beyond the veil of perception.
Here, the echoes form a mosaic of infinity, each fragment a mirror to the soul's journey through the celestial static.
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