In a world where metallic hearts once sang softly to the stars, the shadows danced with untold stories, stories of crimson roses blooming on the edges of time, their fragrance a warning and a welcome embrace. Beneath the flickering neon skies, where every color whispered the dreams of forgotten lovers, we lingered in the echoes of a future once bright.
Our hands brushed against the specters of yesterday's promises, their touch as warm as the sun that never set, illuminating paths lined with memories of midnight conversations and dreams woven in the fabric of a galaxy that never was.
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