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A single, floating island of solidified twilight drifts through the upper atmosphere of a gas giant with no gravity, its surface not land, but a vast, undulating plain of compressed, frozen duskeach ripple revealing the faint, ghostly afterimage of a sunset that never occurred, captured in the exact moment it was imagined by a child on a distant, forgotten world. The island is anchored by a single, colossal root made of solidified silence, stretching down into the planets swirling, neonlit clouds like a black tendril of soundless memory. Around it, the sky is not dark, but a deep, shifting lavender, streaked with veins of liquid shadow that pulse with the rhythm of a forgotten heartbeat. The islands

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