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In the vast universe, stars are like dust. Derivation, collapse, restart, and subsidence...within the light cone, there is nothing but fate. The demise of a planet, the withering of a civilization, the annihilation of a past event, are nothing but insignificant disturbances. Only hope, born from the faint, tied to loneliness; only this feeling, lost in history, and preserved in one's heart. Watching the fireworks of the world, watching the universe fade away. Outside the light cone, waiting for you to meet again.