In the beginning, there was silence—a gentle, enveloping quiet that nestled itself in the curves of the cosmos. Inside that silence, amidst the scattered dreams and forgotten constellations, lay the restless stardust, yearning for form and function.
The stars whispered stories of yore, echoes reverberating in the vastness of an empty room—a lonely expanse where time danced on the edges of reality. Within this room, an unseen storyteller spun tales woven from cosmic threads, stories that slipped through fingers like particles of light.
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The Whispering Void
And thus, the stars continued their silent serenade, notes lost in the epochs yet echoing through the hollows of an empty room. Each star a word, every constellation a sentence in the ongoing story of the universe.
Time, irrevocably linked to these heavenly bodies, flowed like stardust through the fingers of a dreaming child, seeking solace in the celestial embrace of a midnight sky.