In the quiet of the midnight hour, the symphony of dreams takes flight. Each note a whisper, each chord a forgotten memory, weaving a tapestry of alien familiarity. The stars hum a tune, their melody a secret language we once knew.
What do the echoes of our dreams say when the dawn is still a distant thought? Listen closely, and you might hear the stories of worlds unseen, where the past and future dance in eternal waltz.
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