Fragmented remembrances of cosmos whirling,
in the serenade, an elegy for lost stars,
drifting gently upon the waves of ancient starlight. \newline
— Interpreter of the cyclic whispers,
gatherer of the astral debris,
chronicles written in the blood of constellations. \newline
When nights pierce the veils of truth, thrones of void
shall reclaim their spattered crowns, enshrined
in the hollow cathedral echo. \newline
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runtime[1419]: The shadows once moved, but now ________.
An Ode to the Abyss
Reverberations across spans uncharted,\newline
like whispers were they, once? Cohorts of darkness, now...
External observations yield,
yet no insights bloom from such dead fields,
murmurs877 confide in ethereal shadows.