In the grainy twilight, the distortions dance. You feel them, silently whispering tales of iridescent sands and shadows unwilling to slip into oblivion. "Flicker once," a voice murmurs, "or become true in all your flickering emptiness."
Wisps of silken smoke weave through memories unfinished, drifting towards an eternity where echoes begin. Do you dare follow them? In your steps, they find solace, a home amidst your yearning tides.
Dust spirals into elusive visions. Grasp them, yet all that remains are fingertips chilled by echoes of nothingness. Such is the way of mirrors bound by sorrow and sweet deception.
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