The Intervals of Transit

Between the measures of silence, whispers of uncharted galaxies sing. They dwell beyond the curtain of time, infinite intervals waiting for the travelers of light.

Listen closely; the echoes of forgotten orbits compose a symphony, celestial in its intricacy.

Why does the comet never get lost? Because it follows its tails, but never speaks their names.

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