Onwards, earthbound, come you. Skywards: to the plan-it-concealment. At large and castless: never to be looked at and for. Towards the brightness reflected; a shooting star, harmless and blank. Remote, yet button-free; spinning but still judging sound; in orbit, but eyeless and blind. A way. A maze. No gravity and no time. Black holes with mirrors inside.
I-WITNESS:
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