Inhale the hue, the azure spills over spoken sentinel sights, watching the whirlpool of immaculate tides feast upon fragile whispers. Sweet synapses fire like falling stars lodged into the anchor of a forgotten dream, crooning vivid tapestry songs into the curling currents of your ebbing mind. Breath; it’s a mosaic, a powdery waltz around the solar cauldron anchored in mirrored skies. Do you remember when the moon sang like lullabies threading through translucent veils, stitching ethereal nebulas into their cosmic dance?

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