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In the penumbra beneath the errant stars, the trolley rolls on astral tracks. Its body, a wagon dipped in sunbeams and shadowed rainbows, carries whispers of fallen constellations.
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Captain Eldrin's voice crackled through the mist, guiding like a pallid moon across darkened waters. "Fear not, for the nebula paths are charted and the dark sea of the firmament yawns welcoming," he decreed solemnly, his words echoing like an ancient hymn.
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The logs spoke of celestial anomalies — a spiraling void, a chorus of silent novas. Each entry into the captain's journal seemed to unravel more of the universe's forgotten lore, threading through the fabric of night with needles of starlight.