The universe is but a symphony of whispers, echoing through the boundless abyss. Notes suspended in the ether, notes that once shaped worlds. Harmonics of a celestial orchestra, silent yet deafening.
Cacophony of stars, corrosive and sweet, beneath the surface of untouched skies. A beneficial poison, woven into the fabric of night. Sing not to the void, for it sings back with a melody too ancient to understand.
Listen. Beneath the palpitating noise, beneath the corrupted serenade, lies a truth — a truth hidden in silence, waiting for the brave to unearth. The void speaks in riddles, in echoes, in the language of light and shadow.
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