"Before the dawn of the twinkling tapestry,
the silence spun dreams in hues unseen,
threads of the cosmos woven with whispers,
a continuum, sighing in the dark."
The void stretched its arms, cradling stars,
while nebulae painted their eternal dance.
In the silence, the universe narrated its hymns:
unheard echoes of eons, murmured secrets—
A galaxy's lullaby, waiting to be heard.
Fleeting moments caught in cosmic silence,
each a breath in the infinite expanse.
And so the stars whispered wishes,
scattered across the celestial sea.
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