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Piercing through the abyss, debris drifts at furious speed across the sky.
The shining wreckage above resembles the backpacker once called the Lonely Planet. Even if all life on this planet were erased, it would continue in its orbit, faithfully following its path.
Surely God dwells in the heavens.
The G7 has loudly proclaimed that society reaches out to the garbage racing at eight kilometers per second. The desire to push beyond its limits accelerates
economic growth to the point of orbital speed.
For now, all we can do is observe the beautiful, shining garbage overhead from beneath the heavy layer of atmosphere, mistaking it for starlight.
Farewell, Earth. Departing debris.
In its wake, as it journeys through space, the romance and remorse of colonization continue to repeat forever.
2025—from this point on, the universe will be ripped from myth, and civilization will steer toward the end of the dreams of the Universal Century.
The socialization of the universe itself awakens the dreams of those who would monopolize the sky.
O dust above the heads of all living things, remain with us.
Behold the highest stars—how lofty they are!
Let there be light upon the stardust that circles around us.

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