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Empyrean
Blending with the
sun, as night
falls, so too do
I align with the
stars. Celestial
bodies gathered in
the firmament,
no single light to
outshine a-
nother. Here, our
makers cast their
fires, flickering
punctures in a black
void. Whether by
fate or circum-
stance, the end matters
little to the stories
forged on paths foot-
worn over rises and
falls. Such is the
dance of life. They
burn like lighthouses on
far-off shores, carrying
us swiftly to shallow
waters, as if to say,
"You are safe, please
come home."
sun, as night
falls, so too do
I align with the
stars. Celestial
bodies gathered in
the firmament,
no single light to
outshine a-
nother. Here, our
makers cast their
fires, flickering
punctures in a black
void. Whether by
fate or circum-
stance, the end matters
little to the stories
forged on paths foot-
worn over rises and
falls. Such is the
dance of life. They
burn like lighthouses on
far-off shores, carrying
us swiftly to shallow
waters, as if to say,
"You are safe, please
come home."
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