"In a distant room, the echo of a forgotten tango whispered through the curtains, swaying with the wind as if it were midsummer in December."
Stars on the pavement, paving a road to nowhere; The sidewalk sings with voices only the night understands. Conversations with shadows cast by a moonless sky.
"Once, there was a lighthouse, blind to the morning, guiding dreams through the fog of sleep. I left my thoughts there, lost in the tides."
Remember the taste of rain on your lips, the time clocks stopped and stories floated like dandelions in the dusk? Time was a thread unraveling slowly in the hands of a cosmic seamstress.
"The scent of wildflowers mixed with the sea breeze, tracing the outline of forgotten places where childhood laughter waltzed with inevitability."
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