In the hollowed corridors of thought, where whispers dare to dwell,
Fragment 39A: the void speaks in colors unseen,
a tapestry woven with threads of absence.
Piece 7B, unturned: silence is the echo of hidden truths
whispering through the sun's faded embrace.
Can you hear the unseen rhythm?
Step lightly on shadows, trace where light effuses.
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