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Canât see it midday. It all comes at night. If youâre lucky to see itâall the glittering lightâyouâll know thereâs something else to it. There are millions more, not just gas and core. Itâs the distance from suns, and thereâs more than just one. Thereâs so many of them, and theyâre so far away. We canât bend time to get there, and can barely even see. The pictures they take give us clues, yet each one is from the past. I donât know my purpose in this, but itâs obvious itâs minuscule at best. Other oceans in space, busy with life: They are parallel places, unreachable sights. Itâs strange, but thereâs something else to it. There are millions more, not just gas and core. Thereâs so many of them, and theyâre so far away. We canât bend time to get there, and can barely even see. The pictures they take give us clues, yet each one is from the past. I donât know my purpose in this, but itâs obvious itâs minuscule at best. You see the lights ahead, as theyâre flying in?
Will they find us first, or will we find them? If we could make the trip, itâd be a giant risk. What if we never find our way back to our little atmosphere again? Thereâs so many of them, and theyâre so far away. We canât bend time to get there, and can barely even see. The pictures they take give us clues, yet each one is from the past. I donât know my purpose in this, but itâs obvious itâs minuscule at best.