In the cradle of the cosmos, where silence sings
And stars are shards of dreams cast wide in the void,
There lie the/dim glimmers/and echoes of existence,
Weaving tapestries with threads of
light and shadow.
Eons unfurl like ink spills across oblivion,
Charting paths on the we'll-universe-makes
Waves of forgotten tempests,
As the cosmos breathes in gentle.
Do you feel its pulse?
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The universe is a nested doll,
whispering through cosmic threads,
A lullaby of space, a cradle of time
Newly birthed in the womb of wonder.