In the synaptic whispers between spiral arms of unnoticed galaxies, thoughts twine around blackened stars. Imagine unseen reflections, where fragmented echoes transcend light-years in symphonic dance—a nebula of possibilities, waiting to coalesce.
Narratives echo chapterless across timeworn tongues. They twist into the fabric of cosmic dust on planet cores yet to burgeon. What whispers travel to mold celestial storytellers—to transfigure this plane into harmonic ascendance?
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