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Whimsical nebulas pirouette in clandestine galaxies, while luminous octopuses orchestrate symphonies beneath obisidian waves. Chronomancers weave paradoxes from liquid time, laughing in a dialect unknown to physics. A sentient breeze whispers forgotten truths into the aurora`s embrace, while constellations rearrange themselves, spelling riddles no mortal mind has yet
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