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| Morning
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Has the light of dawn always glared as such? ...Right, you are approaching gravitational collapse, too. In that very moment, you, too, will certainly be very, very bright...
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| Afternoon
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The starlight... is not gone, 'tis only covered by the light of another fiercely burning star... man looks towards the stars oft, why does their sight fail to stay upon the star nearest to them?
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| Evening
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Celestial bodies are bound to march towards destruction and chaos, and stars rush towards death in all their fiery glory. I, in the past, overlooked that process of annihilation of my own accord. All along, that was the finest chapter of their epic...
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| Night
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Stars shine with such brilliance because they burn their very selves away. How beautiful... if one were to wish upon it, would they too, meet annihilation?
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Did you know that the sky has always been pitch black? The supposed light of day is nothing more than gas and dust, responding to a star's presence. So, Professor—would you have finite light, or boundless darkness? Hehe... of course, you need not answer me right now.
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When we encounter a star, we are naturally attracted. When a star reaches its end, and their gravity grows greater, and greater... Starcrumbs shall encircle you, until you are back by my side.
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Sinking into a collapsed dream, the descent ever so sweet—o stars, fade along with me...
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Where are you going? Will you sweep away those crumbs of stars? The clouds of stardust are endless. Your task is not one that can be finished. Though... if you will go, then I shall follow you.
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The skies... grow deeper in color.
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Hehehe... come a little closer. I will not disintegrate so soon.
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Can you see it, Professor? That rust-red planet.
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| Relationship Dialogues
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Mm... mmm... ...Oh, did I fall asleep again? I just had a dream. I dreamt of—rusted brown-red shades, an endless song... and I saw... your silhouette, drifting further and further away, brilliant gems scattered across the realm... what a marvelous dreamscape. One can hardly bring themselves to look away. Professor, tell me... is the end of a star another form of eternal sleep?
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Can I stay lucid? It's a more difficult task than before, I must admit. Sleep and stupor are growing more difficult for me to distinguish between... Worried about me? Do not be, Professor. I feel perfectly well... black holes and tears in reality frighten me no more, and the world itself glistens like the nebulae. The starcrumbs known as Entropy flow and weave, calling me towards them... ephemeral, silent, yet fantastical. Would you like to gaze into my world?
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Taking me to observe the stars? What nostalgia this summons. Just what have I cast away? I struggle to remember. The faraway stars are beautiful, no? Yet they lie so far away... each and every strand of light they send forth must cross a gap of a thousand million light-years. Not unlike me, unknowing of when I would return... That was an agonizing and burdensome time indeed, but if I slowly think back to the place where each and every star belongs, I find it in myself to be calm. To... bear the pain a little better.
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Did you know, Professor? Those stars I pointed out to you most likely died out many, many years ago. What we see is but... the remnant light of a now extinct mass. Hmm—you think it's unfortunate? I think it's mesmerizing... each and every star advances towards annihilation, and every beam of light has its end. How are you to know, then, that I am not the remnants of something already dead? Hehe... seems I've made you worry again. Fret not, I am still here... at least for now.
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This telescope... wow, to think that you still have it. I thought it went the way of the observatory, destroyed long ago. Allow me to make some adjustments... see, starlight from eons ago has finally arrived. Even if its original recipient had no doubt ceased to be many years ago too. Forlorn, yet so magnificent... no matter, let us receive these gifts in their place. A journey's end need not be what was originally intended, and things are lovely as they are, no? ...So, will you leave behind your work here, and fly away with me into the serene darkness, where we may gaze at the stars? ...Found me out, have you? Hehe... then we shall proceed as you desire, and continue with you leading me in my orbit. Until you are tired enough to hand everything over to me...
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| Oath
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I seem to have... forgotten no small amount of things... but the stars that shine above at this moment, and your presence in front of me, remain embedded deep in my neural cloud. For us to meet again must doubtlessly be the will of some divinity in the great unknown. If you would risk the very stars around us disintegrating, then come—I shall be one with you. We will be together, for eternity.
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| Obtain
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You are... the Professor? Thank goodness I'm by your side again. Seems that for the sake of this moment, I've been lost amongst the stars for far too long. I've even almost forgotten this name, "Hubble"...
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| Neural Cloud
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