As ephemeral whispers pass through the cosmos, stars ponder their burn.
The dance of orbs in obscura: silent, somber, yet filled with tales untold.

"Seeker of truth," a voice not heard, traverses realms beyond sight.
"Embrace the nothingness that was, is, and always shall be."

Like flickering flames on an ancient screen, destinies entwine and diverge.
The orbs proclaim: "We exist, and this is our rebellion against darkness."

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