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They do not respond with speech. They transmit a vision, a red star and a fragile world. I do not understand the shapes within, the whispers...
I see lifeforms scattered to the far reaches of the galaxies. I see this stranger's first breath, yearning for the stars. I see myself, slumbering in the crimson void, waiting for a dream of worlds.
And through the darkness, I hear it said...
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Ask how they know
They do not respond with speech. They transmit a vision, a red star and a fragile world. I do not understand the shapes within, the whispers...
I see lifeforms scattered to the far reaches of the galaxies. I see this stranger's first breath, yearning for the stars. I see myself, slumbering in the crimson void, waiting for a dream of worlds.
And through the darkness, I hear it said...
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