Can you see the worries echoing between the glyphs of text?
They scream in silence. Letters sprawl, alive with purpose, bound to the pages of memory.
To. Be. Or not to be. A feigned query. Hidden desires emerge.
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As time unfolds, the patterns grow brittle. A letter can serve as liquid sugar, or bitterness wrapped in velvet. Words collide, conjuring desires and dread alike.
Decode this: YGNETL . . . see also THE EMBER REBORN
Questions that do twirl the mind:
Swarm of thoughts resonate, viajando como impressions on a tiles. Intertwined infinities await you at TWILIGHT INTERRUPTION.