A time wrapped in whispers,
where ancients carved secrets in shadows,
upon stones that breathe tales in twilight.
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These mysteries, locked in amber,
await the brave descent,
into the cavern of silent echoes.
The air trembles with unspoken words,
vibrating through the strings of fate,
delicate like dew on the edge of dawn.
Time is a river, winding and wistful,
carrying dreams in its crystalline flow,
reflections of a world yet to unfold.