"Do you remember when the echoes first whispered through the long hall?" asked the voice, echoing with an ageless wisdom that seemed to stretch beyond the memory of time itself.
She stood there in the threshold, in search of the outlines that never were but oft imagined, speaking in tones that skated just past understanding. There was always a tether to unseen pasts — recognition without familiarity.
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The spectral glances traced over old axes, threads intertwining in coarse nets while the sun clung to the wishes of twilight. Questions dragged along valiant levity before temperament stole their rhythms away.
Yet assuredly there were anchors below, tethered firm upon whims best forgotten. Melodies lingered with incompleteness, shadows buffeting gently, waning softly like the night itself.