Down, inevitable descent through points of light. Eternal, whispering halo astray in gravity's embrace. Each star a thought snatched by opaque hands into the unknowable. Are they mirrors, or do they lie?
Cosmic lattice adhering to unstated rules crossed as contours echo the final thought. We spiral onwards, a celestial dance unwinding, unraveling inwards. Was it ever outward?
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