In the vaults of a sprinkle-kissed dusk, where the tapestry of night is woven with whispers of forgotten stars, there lies a symphony sung by edges undefined. The murmurs, soft yet profound, reach across the galactic mist to touch the soul's tenderest chord.
An ethereal mist weaves through the peripheries, brushing past galaxies in an elegant pirouette, a celestial dance that speaks of eternity’s embrace. Each fleck, a note in this cosmic aria, vibrates with the resonance of ages past.
Alas, the grids of time and space, in their silent regulation, often stifle these faint signals, as if the universe conspired to let them go unheard. Yet, for those attuned to the echoes that traverse such boundaries, the melody plays on, an infinite loop of tender harmonies.
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