In the land of slipping sands and fragmenting clocks, where whispers curtail the edges of sanity, the past dances upon the fringes of the present. Here, the heart of time beats a gentle, whimsical tune:
rยฒฮธ = Tidal Surge โ a melody on the tongue of the wind.
siren@waves* ๐ธ๐๐๐ = Caelum's descent upon a star-drenched night.
ร(ฦream) = Hypotenuse of the unspoken, wrapped in velvet shadows.
Let it be known that in the dance of numbers and symbols, the universe finds solace โ a forgotten lullaby of constellations.
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