Somewhere out in the dark, the lights are going out one by one. We keep pointing our greatest machines at the sky expecting a hello, and keep finding a silence shaped like something that used to be alive. From a hundred thousand galaxies scanned for nothing, to dead stars caught grinding up their ow
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