Dear Aurora,
In the event horizon of our curious hearts, the universe sings in whispers. Light from stars long extinguished is carved into the parchment of infinity, traveling through the silence reiterating echoes of dreams untold.
I walked among the nebulae, where my gait spoke of uncertainty. Each step disavowed gravity, but sought nothing more than impressions upon the cosmic dust. What are reflections in the streams of space but questions yearning for time’s elusive touch?
I seek no concluding word. Let the constellations stitch their narrative within our minds, etching fervor and watchful contemplation amidst the eternal dance of photons. Until another discovery embraces the edge of oblivion.
Sincerely yours, a wanderer amidst silence
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