"If only the sky would whisper again," she muttered, clutching shadows beneath her eyelids. The night was holding its breath.
"The stars spoke of an imminent dawn," he replied, his voice fading like distant thunder over an unseen sea. "Do you dare listen?"
The potential for light, like secret enzymes, stirred beneath layers of darkness—an eternal promise locked within fragile tendrils of memory.
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