Beneath the swirling canvases of galaxies untamed, lies the cosmic truth — spoken in vocalics of distant stars and the languor of light-years congealed. Here where cosmic dust settles, each grain a prophecy, a lesson etched in silent tongues. The stars are wise, yet their wisdom is covert, most mere mortals trample over it blindly.
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Decrypt here the embers of stellar former selves: ponder time's perennial lesson stained vibrant across the velvety void. Listen and you will hear: the silence has a voice, and that voice tells stories not meant for terrestrial minds, yet beckons with an inviting hue, draws with celestial hands.