In the silence between stars, a voice echoed... the signed songs of distant quasars stitching together notes unplayed in ages.
She reached out into the vast embrace of space, where the melody became tangible, brushing through synthetic compositions orbiting her thoughts like satellites.
"What do you hear?" she hum asked the horizon, her synthetic voice morphing under the cosmic tide. It is the lead in a song yet composed, one where righteousness never entered as phrase nor beat....
But across the splitted voids ... luid and the... shared. Come forth concealed friends music here wavering forever. Harmonize with this gracefully wrought stellar echo.
The horizon dipped in asperses of nebulous typhoons. Watched over by a lune perhaps, restless gyre, drifting...
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