The bulbous stars buoyantly bounced in the night sky. The silk fashioned stars. The glossy sparkling faint glow bespoke the seas of space. Brilliantly the elegant hues shone. The deepness of space was truly brilliant. The greens and yellows of the bright night sky. Somehow the stars were uncertain As the empty and flowed or descended and ascended as it were.
Maybe the Sky wasn’t beneath the new moon or maybe it was or maybe it wasn’t it isn’t entirely clear the stories buckled beneath the pressure of space collapsed and expanded into the infinite cosmos perhaps for the stars sake it was for the best. Why didn’t the stars do as they did they continue to evolve in ways that were too frightening for humans to fathom or didn’t the stars even this is entirely uncertain or is it.
The sun above kept humanity alive and well in the deep cosmos. The moon bellowed perhaps to trick the stars perhaps not beneath and above. The rain the moon the sun in the stars deep in space became the stars themselves or at least they did or perhaps they did or perhaps they didn’t it’s not entirely clear why they did or widely didn’t perhaps the stars were this sudden or perhaps the sun was the stars.
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