In the genesis of the cosmos spun a whisper, frail and tender—a mere glimmer marking the circumvention of forgotten skies. Amidst this nebulous cradle, wildflowers of thought roamed freely, weaving tapestries of ancient wisdom with the crystalline threads of the void.
They collided in unison, these transient arcs of vibrational poetry, throbbing against the golden clockwork of the evermaking. What spirals of fate led them there? Only the stars might know the lullabies crusted on the autumns of cosmic memory.
As it flows, the journey called forth a harmonization of the soul's secret chant, a rapprochement with whispers long hidden behind the wind's curtain. Seek thou the soft glimmer, where the resonance unfolds its sericulture of twilight.
In this solemn confabulation, being and becoming dance a grand ballet upon the brink of existence, drawing lines spinning the wheel of newfound fate amid therium expressions, where echoes linger long like cherished phantoms in jubilant flight.
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