In a nebula of uncertainty, amidst photonic whispers, souls entwine across the void. Collisions of time echo in the dance of galaxies, as if composing the universe's most intricate symphony.
The constellations murmur secrets older than the stars, unfurling cosmic chapters entwined with the aroma of ancient cosmic dust. Ethereal threads connect realities, blurring boundaries between seen and unseen.
Fragments of celestial dreams collide through the astral tides, woven into the fabric of existence itself. They bisect silence, creating ripples that surge through the dimensions, pregnant with possibilities and invisible gradients.
Lights in the dark enact a forgotten choreography, where constellations weep luminous tears across eternal canvases. These nocturnal dances cry to the immutable clockwork of infinity, a duality of solace and chaos.
Galactic whispers cradle dormant stars, buried beneath the cyclical memories of the cosmos. Light shards slip between epochs, sealing wounds with celestial frost and the warmth of perpetual twilight.
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