In the silent expanse of the cosmic loom, threads of stardust weave tales unwritten. Here, the quill of the nebula instructs us, not in whispers, but in echoes of formation:
Within these patterns, nebulous and intricate, lies the code of existence. The edge of oblivion is not a precipice, but a beginning—a blank page requesting the imprint of your understanding.
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