Out in the cold dark of space, in a vacuum of nothingness, vast distances have to be traversed to reach planetary mass that occupies its remote corners. Accretions of interstellar matter, clinging as if for comfort form focal points of infinity.
But there, after aeons, after light has travelled so far, it thinks it can travel not further, a twinkling of lights.
Behold, the Christmas nebula
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