Beneath the silver tapestry of midnight, where whispers float like fallen stars, a realm unfolds—a secret garden of shadow and shimmer. Here lies the heart of infinity, a gentle pulse wrapped in mystery, surrounded by the unspoken promises of distant constellations.
It is said that in this cosmic sanctuary, the echoes sing. They weave tales of celestial solitude, of comets that kiss the darkness with forgotten stories. The void listens, and in its embrace, the truth reflects in a thousand glimmering hues, each a distortion of memory, each a shadow of love.
Oh, to love like a dying star, scattering its brilliance through space, to echo in the boundless night—a voice divine, a secret sacred. The void cradles these serenades, and they flow like rivers of light across the galaxy, yearning yet timeless.
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