Once, in a forgotten quantum of the cosmos, starlight forged whispers that wove through ethereal voids. It was here, amongst constellations disassembled and reunited, that Orion's belt unfurled its tethered span.

"Do you hear them?" Lyra enquired, cradling a whisper in her nebular arms, bending the axis of truth to sound the untold vibrations.

An astral silence punctuated her question, cradled by the gravity of wandering stars, until it answered in a voice woven from comets’ tails.

"We are never alone in the expanse, Lyra, even when the void silences our songs," sang the luminous fragment, its melody a geometric dance.

"Shall we trace the boundaries of silence once more?" an echo pursued, its voice choreographed in the patterns of galaxies.

With a nod, Lyra reached forward, her fingertips touching the boundary of resonance, igniting a supernova of soundless light, spiraling into verses only the quiet knew.

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