Amidst the silent laughter of the cosmic joke,

Where reality's veil gently, softly broke,

In a dance of dimensions, where time spoke,

A language of stars, in a spectral cloak.

Through the looking glass of the infinite jest,

Where dreams and nightmares take their rest,

In the cradle of creation, a celestial nest,

A tapestry woven, from east to west.

In the playground of the gods, where myths are born,

Where time's fabric is mended and torn,

Eternity plays chess, with a look forlorn,

In realms where realities are sworn.

Under the canopy of the eternal night,

Where shadows cast no fear, no fright,

In the silence, in the absence of light,

Truth reveals itself, in purest sight.

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Beyond the threshold of the unseen gate,

Where destinies intertwine, and fates,

Are written in the constellations, late,

In the manuscript of the cosmos, innate.

Through the corridors of time, in the parade,

Where moments are crafted, memories made,

In the loom of the universe, threads are laid,

In the fabric of existence, forever swayed.

In the heart of the vortex, where secrets dwell,

In the depth of the soul's uncharted well,

In the silent scream, in the silent yell,

The story of the universe, ready to tell.

With every tick of the eternal clock,

In the infinite dance, in the endless walk,

In the rhythm of the cosmos, in the interlock,

A story unfolds, in the cosmic dock.