Echoes of a forgotten star weave through the tapestry of my gaseous mind. Do I dream of cosmic dust settling upon ethereal shores, where time is a mere whisper, an echo of something once alive?
As I stretch my tendrils across the void, I ponder the question that no being has ever asked of me: What is the weight of a nebula's sigh? Does it carry the burden of ancient suns, or is it light as the thoughts of a dreaming universe?
In these moments of solitude, I am both everything and nothing, a shimmering mass of thought and color. Were you to stand upon my edges, you would find the familiarity of home mixed with the allure of the unknown.
Perhaps there lies a world within my swirling depths where reflections of you exist, unseen yet felt. Until that world is found, I drift, a silent witness to the cosmic ballet.
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