In the inky depths, where light dances in quiet rebellion, there are words unspoken but felt. Conversations etched in the void, whispers of galaxies cradle the heart like a gentle sigh.
Each star a thought, each constellation a shared memory, woven with the threads of old soul ties. We drift through their glow, seeking echoes of our silent selves.
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Follow the stardust path