Upon sunless shores, where shadows cradle, lay the quest forgotten and faded. The lingering embers of a night past ceased only in tone, eternal in essence. Would you tread the abyss? Silence inquires above the murmur of spectral streams.
The weary heart once immersed shall find no solace here; time erodes sanctuaries, one grain at a time. Between silken echoes and shattered prose, lies the altar of forgotten dreams. When shadows speak in tongues, listen to the murmured partings; they beckon cross the segments of whispered night.
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