In the infinite canvas of space, flames do not flicker but whisper.
A deep orange glows quietly, an ember against the void, waiting.
Beneath the layers of silence, hues merge—each star a testament of longing, each nebula a breath lost.
Do galaxies weep in colors unseen? Is the universe painting futures in sunsets no one can witness?
There’s comfort among the stars; a rhythm, a heartbeat, older than time itself.
The edge of oblivion offers no fear, only a tapestry woven with threads of light.
Contemplating existence from such a vantage, we become mere reflections in the eyes of eternity.
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