The constellations whispered, do not tread where the mist weaves.
Shadows sang melodies unheard, their harmony a bridge to unnamed epochs.
Through the warp of the stars, I sailed on fragments of forgotten hymns.
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Time unspooled like an ancient vine, rooting in cosmic soil.
The moon turned inside out, revealing its cavernous heart of liquid light.
Can you hear the echoes? They speak in tongues of light and shadow.
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We, the wayfarers of the ephemeral, anchored amidst the void's breath.
Nebula floated beneath like whispers of a dream yet to unfold.
All paths converge here, at the edge of silence and luminescence.
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