In the interminable twilight where stars flicker as lost dreams, shadows speak of tales unwritten, woven into the tapestry of silence. The night breathes, a heavy mist drifting despondently through the stray whispers of forgotten tales.
"I heard a murmuration in the silent eons, an echo of cherished sorrow," murmured Orlando, forsaken upon the celestial horizon.
The cosmos cradles Lightheart's echoes in its palpitating embrace, sighs turning towards an inscrutable destin. Through the interstellar canvases, tales of the void's renaissance spread their shrouded wings, damning and redeeming with equal ease.
Voices fade, yet linger—wails of unnamed specters traverse the stars' glowing veins...
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