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Apr 14. 2025
I am a dusty, gaseous nursery, seeping my tendrils into space. I am observed birthing stars from my grace. Hydrogen and helium are my companions, the remains of dead titans making up my heart.
Apr 14. 2025
I am a dusty, gaseous nursery, seeping my tendrils into space. I am observed birthing stars from my grace. Hydrogen and helium are my companions, the remains of dead titans making up my heart.