In the quietest spaces, where echoes dare not tread, \ a signal lingers. Faint its pulse,\ dancing between worlds—a borderline echo\ of something we could almost touch.\ Here, truths contort, unspooled threads of galaxies\ woven too loosely, unraveling in the dark.\
Do you hear it? They say light bends where meaning\ shatters. Amidst these sprawling dimensions, a\ voice aches softly, a sonnet unseen (a parable unseen),\ jotted in the margins of time.
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