In the quietude of the cosmos, ripples stretch out, touching unseen shores. These undulating waves, born from the smallest of actions, traverse the silent void, their journey as inevitable as the turning tide on a distant moon.
The echo of a star's birth, like the whispered promises of a storm gathered over the ocean, illuminates the shadows of time. Each star a memory, each memory a ripple, resonating through the fabric of space, stitched together by the weaver's hand.
Here, in the cradle of night, sunlight becomes a distant dream, woven from the darkness of those who have come before. Shadows dance upon starlight, telling stories of unity and solitude, of beginnings that reach far into the horizon, and endings that linger in twilight.
As we stand under this cosmic canopy, the ground beneath our feet is both familiar and alien, echoing with the soft hum of time's passage. We are but a part of this grand tapestry, threads in a vast loom, our destinies interlaced through the whispers of a celestial breeze.
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