"An empty ear, a crowded mind."
This is where curiosity is supposed to blossom, isn't it? Wrapped in the fold of night, beneath layers of opaque yarn, lies a symphony—silent, still, and completely unaware of its grandeur. We listen, or rather we pretend to listen, to the harmonies meticulously combed by the wind.
Did you hear the last masterpiece? It was a riveting lecture in the abstract, lasting precisely until a concept could realize its own irony.
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