In the shadows of stars, a whispering tide,
Carved in luminous ether, the echoes abide.
Somewhere, deep in the untraveled night,
Dreams drift on petals of cosmic light.
A nebula framed in forgotten old songs,
Paints the canvas where time once belongs.
Infinity stretches—a tapestry, vast,
Weaving the future with fibers of past.
Oh, the messages lost in the aether’s embrace,
Inscribed in the silence of celestial space.
Listen to the void—the symphony's breath,
Harmonized chaos, transcending all death.
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