The Cosmic Breath
The old astronomer did not look at the telescopes anymore. He sat in a simple wooden chair on the porch of his cabin, watching the sky with eyes that had seen too many dying stars and too many empty promises. He lived in a world where the air was thin and the silence was absolute, a world that had forgotten the sound of laughter and the smell of rain on warm earth. For decades, the world had...
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