Awash in the arms of unanchored dreams, where mountains sigh in the silence of forgotten echoes.
Hope tumbles like stardust into the chasms of dusk, where shadows dissolve into murmurs of remembrance.
Each heartbeat is soil mingling with the rain of souls; sincerity gather like fog over the petrichor of memory.
Wander through the celestial gardens where time collects the shimmer of old tales, alive in the undying dusk.
In this stage, lovers weave their intestines of laughter into constellations that consume the timid night.
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