The cosmos speaks in colors unseen, a palette for souls adrift. "When does time shed its skin?" one asks, echoing through the void.
Explore furtherBeneath the oak's ancient arms, a question lingers: what do roots dream of? Silence breathes, leaves murmur secrets of a forgotten earth.
Unearth moreShadows gather beneath the forgotten clock, ticking without hands. "Do we remember to forget?" they murmured, lost in the spiral of moments.
Listen inIn the garden of infinite paths, the echo calls. "What lies beyond?" A question unfurls into a spectrum of possibilities and impossibilities.
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