Accordingly to placement, the silver-star was not but a star told of, it had lay to the deep dark netted sky. Shoulders of rock platform in terrain, a streaming to contest, in constant pressure, to the escaping shower, of meteor trail from another distant cosmos. Baling to the surface an exploding atmosphere canopied to this dissolving buffer, a hailing to this recorded dark and silver sphere, into the depth of the night.

This broken planet showed with strength at ferocity, to the buffering hail from passing comets, and other matter revolving to this shapeless sky, a discarded field of imaged reflection, our burnished land. The recourse from a filter of colliding time and space, gave to the surface a texture to reflect of stabilizing smooth an erratic reaction to time and the deep of night.

The stream of star, reflected a light impossible to condemn the show of space, a stable harness, dispersing to any under the way, by the expanding closure of dark, and light to star through and beyond, to the fueling of a netted gem to recourse this planet-star, so afar set azure, the blue night sky are warming to the where you are night.

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