Beyond the umbra of known cosmos, the void breathes silence. Threads of the universe whispered secrets in a dialect lost to waking minds.
Encrypted murmurs wake at dusk, where shadows linger longer, and days meld into night without purpose.
Today's alignment: 3.14 echoes; 7 pyramids towards a westward spiral.
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Is fabled laughter trapped in quantum knots? Or a jest on the strings held by a forgotten bard?
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The clock ticks counter-rythm, hearts listen, but only skeptics hear the true song of time.
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