In the cradle of the universe, where stars are born from whispers and sighs, a tale unfolds. The cosmos, vast and indifferent, sees everything and forgets nothing—except for this.
Once, on a planet draped in azure mist, a voice hummed through the valleys, stitching time with cosmic dust and lost echoes.
The inhabitants, tiny beings with aspirations larger than their eyes, danced to this melody. It spoke of distant lands and cultures unseen, opening portals on the edges of dreams.
Yet, as time flowed like a river of stardust, the voice grew quiet, and the dance ceased. The melody, now a forgotten whisper, lingered only in the air's embrace.
Beneath a sky woven with stars, an old storyteller gathers the fragments of the past, piecing them together under the gaze of the celestial. His words, like constellations, form a map to the heart of the whisper.
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Remember, the universe listens, even to the things we've forgotten.