Galactic Transit.

Attention, passengers. Please secure all loose matter.

The Interstellar Express is departing from the Event Horizon Terminal.

Next stop: The unknown.

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​Platform Nine in the Kuiper Belt,

Checking my ticket where the cold is felt.

Hydrogen shimmer, the track is laid,

In the vacuum dance where the light is made.

Engines humming with a pulsar beat,

G-force settling beneath my feet.

The station recedes, a pinprick of white,

Swallowed by the jaws of the endless night.

Countdown ticking in a binary stream,

Wake me up from this solar dream.

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​The magnetic locks are disengaging,

The cosmic winds are finally raging.

We’re cutting the tether, we’re breaking the chain,

Boarding the Galactic Bullet Train.

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​Riding the Galactic Bullet Train,

Chasing the sun through a stardust lane.

Beyond the edge of the gravity well,

To the outer rim where the secrets dwell.

Faster than static, faster than thought,

Crossing the knots that the cosmos caught.

Galactic Bullet Train—no destination,

Just a pure vibration across the nation of stars.

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​Blur of nebulas, shades of blue,

A crimson giant passing through.

We warp the space like a silver thread,

With a galaxy spinning inside my head.

Sipping a drink while the supernovas bloom,

Silent thunder in the waiting room.

Ticket is punched for the infinite track,

There’s no turning around, there’s no looking back.

The constellations are shifting their lines,

Reading the future in celestial signs.

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​Time isn't ticking, it's folding in two,

A kaleidoscope view of the ancient and new.

Relativity bends to the curve of the rail,

In the wake of a comet’s shimmering tail.

We are the passengers, we are the spark,

Carving a line through the deepest dark.

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​We skirt the edge of a black hole’s ring,

Watching the gravity shadows sing.

Spacetime warping, bending the frame,

Everything different, nothing the same.

The clock on the wall has lost its face,

We’re ghost-ships drifting through empty space.

I look through the window, I see my reflection,

Fragmented pieces in every direction.

No earth below, no sky up above,

Just the momentum of light and of love.

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​Physics is failing, the math comes undone,

We’ve outrun the orbit of every known sun.

In the heart of the engine, the fusion burns bright,

Turning the shadows into liquid light.

We’re not just traveling; we’re becoming the stream,

Caught in the logic of a universal dream.

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​Riding the Galactic Bullet Train,

Chasing the sun through a stardust lane.

Beyond the edge of the gravity well,

To the outer rim where the secrets dwell.

Faster than static, faster than thought,

Crossing the knots that the cosmos caught.

Galactic Bullet Train—no destination,

Just a pure vibration across the nation of stars.

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​Next stop: Infinity.

Keep the velocity.

Lose the gravity.

Find the symphony.

Fade to the void.

Galactic Bullet Train.

Only the stars...

Only the stars...

We’re drifting further now.

Into the hum.

Into the light.