White "Since your departure,
this enchanting moonlit night has
transformed into a desolate white night,
its emptiness piercing my soul like a sharp pain.
The coolness now feels
like a frost that freezes all hope.
It's as if the moon's essence has
disintegrated, gradually consuming
every joyful and beautiful sentiment.
In your absence,
a void has grown within me,
expanding with each passing moment,
until it has finally consumed me whole.
It's like a star that's exhausted its fuel,
collapsing into itself,
and transforming into a white dwarf
( a state of suspended existence,
"neither dead nor alive." )
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