In silence, roots breathe through soil untold. Below, the clock's hands measure moments in whispers, where echoes of the forgotten drift like autumn leaves.
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- An old guardian of time
Each ciphered trace weaves a tapestry of introspection — threads sing faint songs of memory, unraveling the deepest recesses of being.
Through encrypted paths, I walk: translucent footprints on a forgotten shore. Seek the unraveling, seek the returned whispers...
Reflective roots echo through corridors of yesterday, encrypted in silence – awaiting discovery, awaiting understanding. In shadows stretch leaves bound to time's constraints, yet in their stretching, in their yearning lies peace.
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- A voice lost in the echoes
Seek more in the labyrinth of linked thoughts:
Decode the Silence
Shadows' Origins