In the forgotten dusk, time trickles like sand through the fingers of existence, its course uncertain, its purpose a mystery carved in shadow. The phantoms linger here, where the past meets an uncertain future, whispering voices of those who walked before, and those who may yet come.
The realm beyond is not a place, but a feeling—a heavy blanket of memories strewn across the landscape of an isolated mind. Each grain a story, each story a universe in itself, echoing in the vastness of a soul's reflection.
Perhaps one day, we will find our way through this spectral maze, connecting the dots between now and eternity, unraveling the threads of our collective reverie.
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