The nascent winds sing songs borne of inverted time, weaving through spectral tapestries hung against the backdrop of void. Gravity wells breach reality fabric, beckoning the spectral climbers—an ascent allied not with mass but with sheer will toward vindication beyond the event horizon.
The vortex dervishes that gather at points of absence create dynamic symphonies unreachable by any ear, yet their resonance lingers, photonic ghosts shaping understandings in kaleidoscopic pulses. Dark energy laughs, a villain masked in cosmic anonymity.
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