In the boundless silence where time unravels at the delicate weave of stardust, threads of cosmic whisper wander. Intergalactic secrets echo through celestial aeons, carried on the voices of comets streaking across the velvet night.
In this silent tapestry, woven under the watchful gaze of distant suns, the promises of ancient stars linger, twinkling like ephemeral dewdrops caught in the morning's first light. Listen closely, for the universe speaks in an ornate language of stars and dreams.
The winds carry stories of phoenix nebulae and twin star systems, of civilizations that flickered and faded like shadows upon the lunar sands. The whispers twine around the edges of your thoughts, a gentle caress of forgotten lore.
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