Somewhere, beyond the veils of now, whispers the echo of all tomorrows. In quiet murmurs, the cosmos weaves its tale.
Eternity speaks in fragments: [H32:GLF:7E] said the stars. Dreams distilled into cosmic dust, awaiting the alchemy of time.
Moonlit reflections ripple across the abyss, each wave a story unspoken, unbroken.
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In the tapestry of existence, threads of past and future entwine, whispering secrets of the eternal dance.
Underneath the ancient oak, the clock ticks silently: [R45:NPQ] it records, but never reveals.
Stars blink, a Morse code of light, translating time's embrace into an epic written across the universe.