Once upon a void, where twinkles tell tales of light omitting piercings of echoing darkness. Did you hear it? The revolution of silent whispers mocking planetary pivots. An ironic ballet, choreographed by gravity and performed on transient gravitational waves.
Meet Eternity, the unbothered skeptic. Its humming edges uncut by moments, bursting with laughter that can only be unfelt, unseen by galactic innertia knitted into dark matter shawls.
The stars read their books in quiet desolation, ever vigilant, eternally bored, sharing worn-out jokes with the ever-expanding barrenness about some mishap in the ancient lighthearted fires.
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