Cosmic echoes entwine with the soul, ethereal in their distance. A navigator within, a phantom guide, charting constellations of long-lost thoughts implores...
Dreams are the space debris, the subtle corollary to supernova thoughts exploding in the void. What message does the cosmos send to a mind adrift? Whispers across the astral plains, perhaps an answer lies in the silence.
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