Every night, under the canopy of celestial whispers, where the bravest truths come to pay their dues.
Once, a seeker stood poised with heart trembling, asking the undecipherable: Why do stars exist for us to see yet not touch? Why do mysteries hug the horizon like ghosts cloaked in anticipation?
The ugliest truths, they said, were hidden amidst the flickers, reminders of a universe unbeaten by time's fervent dance. An elder's voice echoed through starlight, a haunting recollection:
"The stars burn not to enlighten, but to shadow the darkness we have yet to fathom on Earth."
There was a silence. It was the kind of silence that devours worlds, leaving only echoes of forgotten cosmic grief.
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