Time dances like flickering shadows on the walls of memory.
Have we walked this path before? Under the pale glow of an unseen sun?
In every echo, a whisper of the past lingers, urging us closer to the edge of understanding.
Glimmering waves of déjà vu lap at our consciousness, touching us with spectral hands.
Every step on this familiar shore, every scent of the imagined sea, reminds us of a journey we never took, but we know all too well.
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