Above the impoverished face of our world, the voices dwindled into murmured symphonies, weaving a mosaic of sighs and echoes. A comet's tail, pale and ethereal, etched a poem in motion across the dusk.

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I searched among these celestial arteries: a path made not of stars, but of borrowed whispers. The sky, constantly shifting—a maze built upon the silhouettes of clouds, hunched like sentinels.

• Enigmas strewn like frost on a forgotten morning.
• Script of the silent birds, inscribed mid-flight.
• Labyrinths coiled around the half-lit moon.