010110 Deep echoes 110010.
A transmission echoes, a palindrome of astral thoughts.
The clocks stopped at zero-hour. Time broke, like silence
meticulously unfolded in the depths of starry void.
Dreamscapes emerge—maps of the unfathomable, laden with vignettes of vibrancy
sketched by galaxies pirouetting in nocturnal symphonies.
< marbles dance softly, guided by luminescent forces >
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