In the corridors of forgotten echoes, footsteps drape themselves over silence. They dance with shadows, rhythmically out of phase, a symphony of the unseen. Echoes reply in binary languages, murmuring tales of moons that never rose.
Your coastal dream, where the sand whispers in hues of forgotten azure, unravels. Footprints, fossil-like, imbue each tide with a chronology of sleep. Listen — stars draw maritime maps on the tongues of galaxies.
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