In the inky folds of night, where light fears to tread, whispers speak of ages past. The universe, a brooding entity, aligns its forgotten symphonies with mortal breath.
Glimmering wheels in the heavens, do you whisper truths in your spins? Or hide behind veils as the cosmic drakes coil and uncoil within your voids?
Celestial sentinels, you who glow with the agony of ancient births. Is your silence a hymn, or a curse laid upon the wandering souls beneath your gaze?
Beside the velvety chasm, one finds a rhythm - a beat beyond the corporeal. Does the universe dance to its own lullaby, or are we all part of its endless waltz?
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