Beneath an azure abyss where dreams drift like cotton clouds, the stars attempt their disconcerting murmurs... "Speak we shall, for silence is a shackle," says the eldest of the constellation, his voice a gentle tremor in the void.
In twilight's cradle, a comet streaks — a fading hymn of light, a lingering glance exchanged. It etches eternity's pulse into the fabric of the night, painting kindred secrets across the tides of time.
The constellations entwine, forming tales only the aged stars comprehend. Their laughter twinkles like dew upon midnight grass, leaving whispers among the echoes of time's embrace.
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