Silent oracles in twinkling descent,
holding the memory of light in kaleidoscope memories.
Constellations speak a forgotten tongue not meant for ears,
the nebula cradles symbiotic whispers of time and space.
As cosmic pilgrims drifting upon solar tides, we unravel the fabric of our being—
each vision, a nebula wisp, intertwining with the vast galactic dreams.
What stories do the phantom stars tell under the velvet shroud of the universe?
In their unyielding silence, we find symbiosis; in their whispers, visions.
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