Floating on a canvas made of celestial ink, we observe the shadowplay of stars. Whispers of a thousand suns brush against the veil of perception, igniting the cosmic canvas.
Illusions flicker like comets through the dense tapestry of existence, casting shadows of forgotten dreams that tangle with the filigree of spacetime.
Infinity is adorned with callbacks of the ghostly grey, a dance of particles frolicking in echoes, chasing the vast and empty resounds of miniature black holes.
The fabric of reality is but a shimmering veil, where dark matter holds secrets, and nebulae cradle us in their cosmic cradle of ambiguity.
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