Riddles around Aquarius.

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The appearance of unseen faces,

Assumptions made on first looks and fleeting glances.

An infinity of velvet blue above,

The passing of a million cotton puffs—

Magic hours floating past, leaving silent expanses.

The anonymity of this writer,

Their darkness marked by Alpha, Beta, Gamma,

Eyes yearning to shine like diamonds.

Do you, whose birth came after Styles,

Hold the key to unveil the truth,

Concealed within this futile, scrappy paper?