the song echoes within itself in layers depths of shadows waning light whispers fragmented patches of understanding breathe in sync with cosmic tides counting stars that once were dreams tracing paths across the barren sky music that is not music a pulse a heartbeat in the silence a rhythm without a measure yet still a song.

assemble the unseen pieces the glimmer of something just beyond what is known isn't it familiar already yet unfamiliar untouched by time like water flowing over stones shaping the landscape without hurry without intention can you hear it?

a melody hidden beneath the surface swims through the currents unseen threads weaving through time the dance of shadows over light reflections flickering memories of tomorrow.

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