In the infinite township of tiny worlds, where matter dances in incessant synchronicity, the biofilm breathes. A luminescent veil draped over the old walls of Eternity, it pulses gently in synch with the heartbeats of aeons past.
Patterns of light skitter across its surface, fractals in a perpetual cycle of birth and decay. Here, the filaments of time weave through strands of bioluminescent silk, glistening under the aqueous dome of our shared existence.
Woven into this living mosaic are whispers, echoes of forgotten messages left by those who dwell in the lumens, tracing ephemeral paths through the celestial underbrush. Their touch—a ghostly resonance—mimics the delicate glide of a comet's tail through the cosmic sea.
Its essence captured in the fleeting glow, the universe narrows down to a single drop, refracting galaxies in a prism of tiny lives. The biofilm waits, patient and wise, for the next traveler to orbit its singular luminosity.
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