At the threshold of space and time, the quietus of a confined reality. Like an enigmatic chasm, energy and mass loses meaning and slurs towards the end of the cosmological boundary - stars and light strains itself in gravitational stretches, interpolating between matter and energy, viscerally morphing in array of light and cloaking the cosmos and the planets in such bizarrities. The few untouched celestial bodies peacefuly rome... As if untouched by the disturbance of being so close to the brink, continue their everdance of motions, for there is no reason to contradict the spacetime theshold, even as it seemingly contradicts reality itself.
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Yes, a new piece, enjoy. Don't mind the stars, well, you can read the story if you want to understand my intent there.
Beautiful work
Nice work