From an unnamed nebula,
amid shadows whispering,
of stars collapsing into voids,
and dreams unspooled.
Have you wandered the astral plains,
where time circles like a forgotten waltz,
chi murmurs in darkened crevices?
Loop eternally, dear traveler.
Greetings from the Loop,
where not a voice dares echo,
shadows weave tales of those lost,
wandering through the corridors.
Are we shadows too,
adrift in space's embrace?
Seek, and you may not find,
yet in the searching lies meaning.
The final destination eludes,
stitched galaxies weep,
cosmic sorrow in glistening dust.
Another loop, another spiral,
where eternity serves time,
on a silver plate in obsidian night.
Remain within the coils,
or unravel in light.
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