The River of Stars A river flows through midnight’s seam, its waters made of cosmic gleam. No banks to hold, no stones to guide, just drift...

The River of Stars A river flows through midnight’s seam, its waters made of cosmic gleam. No banks to hold, no stones to guide, just drifting light in endless tide. The planets sail like paper ships, while comets dive in fleeting sips. Nebulae bloom in velvet mist, as silver waves and stardust twist. No ...

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