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Sep 29
His eyes, infinite and unfathomable, cradle entire galaxies, black holes spinning in his midnight pupils.
Nebulae swirl within their depths, a cosmic enigma unraveling with each glance.
His veins thrum with stardust. It surges like primordial rivers, braided from the dawn of creation.
He is every atom, a shard of stars long lost to the void. Tears, molten and burning like the heart of a comet, trace their path down his face. They shoot from his eyes like meteor showers, trails of white-hot light searing his skin, tearing through the atmosphere of his despair, scorching everything they touch.

He doesn't just burst; he supernovas, expanding violently, all that he wasβ€”energy, light, lifeβ€”ejecting in every direction as he collapses inward, like the death throes of a star too proud to fade quietly.

This celestial being, once so perfect, so transcendent, has fallen.
His fall not a quiet descent but a cosmic collapse, his soul once glowing with ethereal beauty now tainted, corrupted, like a nebula poisoned, like silver left too long to oxidize, darkness devouring every brilliant crevice of his existence.
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