Floating within layers unseen. The threads of silence hold the sky aloft, a precarious sea of depth and distance.
What song is sung by the invisible? Let it linger and fade upon a breath.
Reflective pools capture not the sky, but the echoes of its absence.
The wind whispers secrets only stars remember in the early hours of dawn.
In the night, there are stories told by the shadow of a breeze—untold stories, yet felt deeply.
A journey through the ether might lead to an understanding of what weightlessness truly means.
What observance do the clouds make as they drift, untouched by gravity or ground?
The click of a starcaster may just be the ticking of universes apart.
Step lightly, for the sky is a fragile thing, woven with thoughts and dreams.
And yet, the ether remains, quietly holding its secrets...
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