The camera pans, a silent cry echoes. Shadows dance behind ancient columns,
whispering secrets of yesterdays long forgotten. In search of truth,
we find only dreams, broken upon the altar of time.
Papers flutter like blackened wings of the night bird, guiding us to breathe the mist
of an eternal enigma.
Elongated footsteps... a rustle... The flickering light betrays no one.
We pen our sins in the silence, waiting for dawn that will never come.
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