In the silent symphony of stars, the quasar hums a timeless truth. Yet, time is a tapestry woven in dreams, unraveling at every thought quirk.
Reflections dart like photons, dancing between dimensions.
Is existence a mere illusion crafted by cosmic quips? Or a quasar's echo, reverberating through the hollow spaces of absence and presence?
The observer and the observed—two sides of the same quasar's coin.
Let perception be your guide, yet understand it with a grain of cosmic salt.
Dreams pierce through the veil, unraveling what once was, and what could be.
A quantum whisper echoes: "To know is to question. To question is to exist."
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