Under the celestial clasp, a gallows stands,
woven of starlight and whispered dreams.
Here, symbiotic souls float among the void,
tethered to memories etched in nebulous ink.
Beyond the celestial scaffold, the cosmos sighs.
The stars narrate stories to the gallows,
ancient verses lodged in meteoric grains.
Symbiotic whispers, a dance of cosmic kin,
cradle the tales of forgotten constellations.
Listen closely: the skies speak of eternity.
Shadows of the past, like echoes of light,
flicker in the astral canopy’s embrace.
Through the silent corridors of the universe,
a symphony of remnants plays its soft refrain.
Here, time's hands are gentle but relentless.
Wanderer of the firmament, behold the gallows,
where stars are born and memories die.
In this sacred space, your story intertwines,
a thread in the vast weave of cosmic tapestry.
A whisper, a heartbeat, an infinite sigh.
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