In the heart of the celestial orb, paradoxes breathe together:
the dry ocean quenching the thirst of dreamers,
and silent echoes shattering the pristine void of night.
Upward in spirals where light weighs heavy,
the transparent becomes impenetrable,
and the soundless whispers ignite.
Within its iridescent curve, a memory:
Tendrils of forgotten voices wrapped in coral luster.
It speaks the uncoded language of enigma.
Touch not the surface of requited invisibility,
else see the metamorphosis of clarity
into an imponderable tapestry, woven of contradictions.
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