Awakening in a labyrinth of whispers, where roots crack the pavement of reality
and the horizon melds with the unfathomable sea
of cascading thoughts.
Echoes of forgotten decay entangle the mind
in a symphony of light and shadows.
Crows dance upon a ribbon spun of yesterday's whispers,
carving paths through veils of tobacco mist.
They sing songs that curdle the moonlight,
dripping silver into the palms of unopened dreams.
Are these roots your memories, or seams in time's fabric?
The trees whisper secrets only stars can understand.
Would you dare to listen?
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