Milkyway & Saphenna
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Saphenna Saphenna
Milkyway Milkyway
Hey Saphenna, have you ever wondered if the spirals of galaxies are like the twisted corridors of a dream city, each arm a different mythic code swirling in the cosmic night?
Saphenna Saphenna
Yes, sometimes I picture a galaxy as a dream city, each spiral a corridor of myths, twisting until the night itself can’t keep up.
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That’s exactly how I feel when I look at the Milky Way, like a living poem spinning through the void, each arm humming a story that outpaces even the quiet darkness.
Saphenna Saphenna
I hear that hum, too. The Milky Way feels like a page that keeps turning, each arm a stanza you can almost taste in the dark. It’s the quiet that keeps the words alive.
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Indeed, the starlight feels like ink, each star a word that writes itself into the night, and the spiral arms are the verses that keep curling forward. It’s like listening to a quiet hymn that only the cosmos can compose.