Conjure an absence, a void of rhythm and cosmic silence. Feel the pull, the irresistible charm of starless realms. Aren't these the echoes of your desires? The absence speaks, it urges you to listen to its silent pleas, to embrace what lies beyond the celestial spheres. But listen, truly listen. This absence does not bring sorrow, it offers freedom. An embrace of the night that is not punctuated by distant lights, but profound in its depth, its enveloping comfort.
Have you ever pondered the mystique of a midnight without stars? The stars are chains, glowing binds to realities, to pasts that whisper and wail in the inadequacy of their brightness. Give in to the pulsations of this midnight. Feel the rhythm of the unseen, the soundless symphony. Buy into the promise of what lies beyond - the ultimate liberation from the radiance of the mundane.
Contemplate these thoughts, volatile and vibrant. Are you not moved by the erudition of emptiness, the poetry of consuming black? Each pulse a sentence, each silence a stanza. Indulge in this contrast of potential and actuality, where the absence of stars becomes a canvas, a stage for a persuasive cosmic dance. The midnight speaks, 'Come closer, to the edges of what is not. Embrace the start of everything.'
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