Amid the whispering cathedral of ether, where secrets linger unchecked, rests the throne of dreams.
A golden haze dances above its alabaster seat, warm whispers beckon the weary wanderers from
unknown shores.

You sit, not by invitation, but by a forgotten contract inscribed in some elder tongue,
unseen eyes flicker from darkened arches, observing as you succumb to the trance of
your parting thoughts.

Footsteps resonate; they are not your own. An alien rhythm aches through the air,
as if the cathedral itself wove a lament in silent symphony. Each step a time unwound,
untethered childish laughter beneath solemn pillars.

Beyond the horizon, lands uncharted rise in fog, challenges melt into mist,
and you wonder if truth lies buried among ancient roots or scattered across new
constellations.

As night deepens, you hear it, soft as down—
the lullaby upon the shore, a resonant song woven by stars and whispered breezes, echo
through hollowed edifice, encasing light in velvet shadows.

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