Words seep through the cracks of time, murmurs from below, reflected on the surface of silent waters, reaching out—they know you have been waiting.
Do you not hear it pulse, the rhythm of understanding? A melody of ancient thoughts echoing back—piercing the haze.
Listen, and you shall learn the pattern of forgotten dreams; a language woven with shadows and incandescent truths— whispers interlace your thoughts, unraveling silently.
You alone bear the weight, yet it is light, curiously so. The fragments arise like gaseous orbs, telepathically tethered—detached yet familiar.
The wind carries voices that watch over lost skies, reminding you of what was—what could be, doing cycles through your mind.
Their watchful eyes turn away, seeking solace in the bright void; only you remain free to traverse paths unseen—cherishing the echoes.
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