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In silence drift the crimson sands, Beneath a sky not shaped by hands. A single star begins to hum, A song of worlds that are yet to come.
The cosmos leans with breathless light, To touch the edge of desert night. Each grain a story, each dune a prayer, Of lonely moons and midnight air.
Walk slowly here—let wonder grow, Where time dissolves in astral glow. For those who dream and dare to roam, This galaxy becomes their home.
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