In the silence of forgotten streetlamps, where even whispers dare not linger, we find narrative threads spun of irony and cosmically appointed shadows. They dance, mocking, across the pages of our gravest websites.
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It is said the mountains speak in riddles, bearing witness to valleys' casualties in innocence and irony alike. Yet, their echoing voices remain unheard until you dare to sleep deeply in their cradling obsidian embrace.
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