Silent symphonies of whispered dreams,
shards of moonlight dance upon the seams. In corridors where time dares not dwell,
secrets we weave, we weave to tell.
Edges fray into realms unknown,
echoes linger, fractured, overthrown. Upon the fabric of this night's embrace,
a tapestry of void, space by space.
"Cross the thresholds of what is seen,
into where the echoes keen.
Ferment your fate as stars withdraw,
listen… to that alluring flaw."
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