The soul vibrates in the vastness, a resonant chord flickering against eternity. Rewind and replay the celestial symphony, every beat echoing solar whispers—a gentle tug traversing the ether.
Leaping between galaxies, each step a ripple across the interstellar pond; feel this, the solar touch—a warm caress on a skeletal wanderer. Here, the echoes are loud, boisterous in their energy and overwhelmingly bright, like a flare lighting up the cosmos.
Have you danced on the sun's surface, whipped by flares, splayed and joyous? As this spirit flits from star to star, every twinkle a laugh-line etched anew on the sky's parchment. Tell me, do you hear it? The rhapsody of the twilight, a symphony written in the ink of solar shadows.