Beneath the quiet spectacle of infinite dark, there lies a symmetry unseen. A symmetry carved by hands gentle as moonlight, heavy with the weight of stars and the tender embrace of whispers shared in the corners of dreams.
To the keen observer, the stars align not in the shape of constellations known, but in the shape of sighs—sighs that escape tender lips longing for that which lies just beyond reach.
If one were to discover this secret symmetry, they would find not mere darkness, but a canvas of potential, painted with the colors of longing and bathed in the glow of what was once called the unachievable.
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