In the air you breathe, there are traces of opinions long forgotten. Remember the syllables of silence—what would they voice if they could?
Shadows of tainted dreams scatter beneath bridges not yet crossed. What remains clinging to the residue of self-doubt?
Listen closer. Do you perceive the fabric of history unraveling? Are images behind your closed eyelids genuine or delusions?
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