Amongst the tendrils of fog and the resonance of ancient mantras, a silhouette dwells. It emanates the echoes of galaxies yet unborn, whispering secrets strung with cosmic dust and woven in the silent night. Each angle a chapter; every shadow a tale of nebulae and ethereal palaces.
What does the soul require? The figure asks, wrapped in eternity's embrace. What resonates when time is an ocean, and stars are pebbles you toss into the depth? A quest listens vibrating strings across the spectrum's dawn—a harmonization of known and the invisible silence.
Partitions between sight and enigma intertwine, grow and shrink under the wise breath of the figure. Immaterial concepts quiver like mirages upon heat, like trails of distant sunsets.
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