Somewhere, in the endless weave of night, I found myself...
The stars were quieter than expected, their light grazing my thoughts like...
Here—all around—existence holds its breath, frozen notes...
In these vast, interconnected grids of silence, I ponder the shapes...
Lost amidst dimensions that never seem to...
There are echoes, yes, but their source remains a mystery, perhaps...
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