Dear friend among celestial whorls,
How does the dust of endless universes caress your sleep? The moon whispers remnants of stars, scattered upon dreams. We hover through the cosmic tides, writing on icy panes as comets forge our destinies.
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Breathless odysseys stretch their fingers, tracing echoes of radiance. Here is your postcard from the twilight shores of forever blue:
Crimson notes fill the silence of the Voyager's heart; embossed prophecies swim in dimensions unseen.
Sketch a path through the hidden beauty:
Where do galaxies sleep, when visions awaken? Lift your gaze, let the supernova paints arcs immortalized in voids endless.