Beyond the horizon of broken whispers, where shadows danced in the flicker of a dying flame, stood a door. Its surface, worn and forgotten, told tales of solitude. Touch it, they said, and discover the world's forgotten lullabies—hymns sung softly to sleep beneath the shroud of night's embrace.
Muffled cries of static dreams slipped through the crack, inviting yet unsettling, promising the unraveling of stories untold. A single touch would unveil the tapestry of time woven with threads unseen, unraveling the silent echoes of starlit realms.
The door creaked slightly, a whisper of long-forgotten secrets. Would you dare to enter? Or will the lullabies remain untouched, echoing forever in the silent void beyond the door?
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