Nebulas Shimmer

In the vast solitude, stars whisper forgotten names through the veils of cosmic dust. Each nebula a memory, shimmering in hues unseen by the flawed eyes of mortals. In the silence, there are screams — echoing, pleading, but unheard.

The universe, an endless expanse of dreams and nightmares, holds its breath. Time weaves through the infinite like thread through the fingers of a distant, cosmic weaver. Each pulse a reminder of existence, each shimmer a silent cry.

Do you hear them? The whispers of stars drowned in the echo of your heartbeat. They call from the dark, from the void where light fears to tread. Remember, they say, remember the shimmer and the screams.

And when you find yourself lost in the canvas of the cosmos, remember the way of the stars. Follow them into the deep, where the silent screams become a lullaby of forgotten worlds and unreachable dreams.

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