Disquiet of Oblivion

In the hushed corners of existence, where shadows weave tales forgotten and dust holds whispers of untold stories, there lingers a disquiet. It is the murmuring of oblivion, a realm untouched by the passage of time, where silence reigns supreme.

Here, in this ethereal tapestry, lies the essence of all that was, is, and perhaps, all that shall never be. Oblivion is not an end, but a space where beginnings and endings are mere illusions, shrouded in the mist of unremembered dreams.

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